Cantares 8

⌞How I wish that you were my little brother⌟, who nursed ⌞upon my mother’s breasts⌟! If ⌞I met you outside⌟, I would kiss you, ⌞and no one would despise me⌟!

¡OH quién te me diese como hermano que mamó los pechos de mi madre; de modo que te halle yo fuera, y te bese, y no me menosprecien!

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.

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.