Song of Songs 8

¹I wish that you were my brother

²No one would object if I led you to my mother’s house,

³You would put your left arm under my head

⁴I would say to you women of Jerusalem,

⁵Who is that woman who is coming up from the desert,

⁶Keep me close to you,

⁷Nothing can extinguish our love for each other,

⁸We have a younger sister,

⁹If her chest is flat like [MET] a wall,

¹⁰My chest was previously flat like [MET] a wall,

¹¹King Solomon had a vineyard at Baal-Hamon,

¹²But my body is like [MET] my own vineyard,

¹³You are staying in the gardens

¹⁴You who love me, come to me quickly;