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Song of Solomon 8:1-3

Song of Solomon 8:1-3 NET

Oh, how I wish you were my little brother, nursing at my mother’s breasts; if I saw you outside, I could kiss you – surely no one would despise me! I would lead you and bring you to my mother’s house, the one who taught me. I would give you spiced wine to drink, the nectar of my pomegranates. His left hand caresses my head, and his right hand stimulates me.