Song of Solomon 8:4

Oh that you were like my brother,

who nursed from the breasts of my mother!

If I found you outside, I would kiss you;

yes, and no one would despise me.

I would lead you, bringing you into the house of my mother,

who would instruct me.

I would have you drink spiced wine,

of the juice of my pomegranate.

His left hand would be under my head.

His right hand would embrace me.

Who is this who comes up from the wilderness,

leaning on her beloved?

Under the apple tree I awakened you.

There your mother conceived you.

There she was in labor and bore you.

Set me as a seal on your heart,

as a seal on your arm;

for love is strong as death.

Jealousy is as cruel as Sheol.

Its flashes are flashes of fire,

a very flame of the LORD.

Many waters can’t quench love,

neither can floods drown it.

If a man would give all the wealth of his house for love,

he would be utterly scorned.