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.