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Wishing for open, unshamed closeness
Oh that you were like my brother, Who sucked 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 my mother’s house, 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.
I adjure you, daughters of Jerusalem, That you not stir up, nor awaken love, Until it so desires. Friends