Longing for Her Beloved

1 Oh that you were like a brother to me who nursed at my mother’s breasts! If I found you outside, I would kiss you, and none would despise me.
2 I would lead you and 1bring you into the house of my mother—she who used to teach me. I would give you 2spiced wine to drink, the juice of my pomegranate.
3 3His left hand is under my head, and his right hand embraces me!
4 I 4adjure you, O 5daughters of Jerusalem, 6that you not stir up or awaken love until it pleases.
5 7Who is that coming up from the wilderness, leaning on her beloved? Under the apple tree I awakened you. There your mother was in labor with you; there she who bore you was in labor.
6 Set me as a seal upon your heart, as 8a seal upon your arm, for 9love is strong as death, 10jealousya is fierce as the grave. b Its flashes are flashes of fire, the very 11flame of the Lord.
7 Many waters cannot quench love, neither can floods drown it. If a man offered for love all the wealth of his 12house, hec would be utterly despised.

Almeida Atualizada (Portuguese) AA

Cantares de Salomâo 8:1 Ah! quem me dera que foras como meu irmão, que mamou os seios de minha mãe! quando eu te encontrasse lá fora, eu te beijaria; e não me desprezariam!

King James Version KJV

Song of Solomon 8:1 O that thou wert as my brother, that sucked the breasts of my mother! when I should find thee without, I would kiss thee; yea, I should not be despised.

New King James Version NKJV

Song of Solomon 8:1 Oh, that you were like my brother, Who nursed at my mother's breasts! If I should find you outside, I would kiss you; I would not be despised.

Nova Versão Internacional NVIP

Cantares de Salomâo 8:1 Ah, quem dera você fosse meu irmão,amamentado nos seios de minha mãe!Então, se eu o encontrasse fora de casa,eu o beijaria,e ninguém me desprezaria.