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Song of Solomon 8

The Bible in Basic English BBE

1 Oh that you were my brother, who took milk from my mother's breasts! When I came to you in the street, I would give you kisses; yes, I would not be looked down on.

2 I would take you by the hand into my mother's house, and she would be my teacher. I would give you drink of spiced wine, drink of the pomegranate.

3 His left hand would be under my head, and his right hand about me.

4 I say to you, O daughters of Jerusalem, do not let love be moved till it is ready.

5 Who is this, who comes up from the waste places, resting on her loved one? It was I who made you awake under the apple-tree, where your mother gave you birth; there she was in pain at your birth.

6 Put me as a sign on your heart, as a sign on your arm; love is strong as death, and wrath bitter as the underworld: its coals are coals of fire; violent are its flames.

7 Much water may not put out love, or the deep waters overcome it: if a man would give all the substance of his house for love, it would be judged a price not great enough.

8 We have a young sister, and she has no breasts; what are we to do for our sister in the day when she is given to a man?

9 If she is a wall, we will make on her a strong base of silver; and if she is a door, we will let her be shut up with cedar-wood.

10 I am a wall, and my breasts are like towers; then was I in his eyes as one to whom good chance had come.

11 Solomon had a vine-garden at Baal-hamon; he let out the vine-garden to keepers; every one had to give a thousand bits of silver for its fruit.

12 My vine-garden, which is mine, is before me: you, O Solomon, will have the thousand, and those who keep the fruit of them two hundred.

13 You who have your resting-place in the gardens, the friends give ear to your voice; make me give ear to it.

14 Come quickly, my loved one, and be like a roe on the mountains of spice.

Good News Translation GNT

1 I wish that you were my brother, that my mother had nursed you at her breast. Then, if I met you in the street, I could kiss you and no one would mind.

2 I would take you to my mother's house, where you could teach me love. I would give you spiced wine, my pomegranate wine to drink.

3 Your left hand is under my head, and your right hand caresses me.

4 Promise me, women of Jerusalem, that you will not interrupt our love.

5 Who is this coming from the desert, arm in arm with her lover? Under the apple tree I woke you, in the place where you were born.

6 Close your heart to every love but mine; hold no one in your arms but me. Love is as powerful as death; passion is as strong as death itself. It bursts into flame and burns like a raging fire.

7 Water cannot put it out; no flood can drown it. But if any tried to buy love with their wealth, contempt is all they would get.

8 We have a young sister, and her breasts are still small. What will we do for her when a young man comes courting?

9 If she is a wall, we will build her a silver tower. But if she is a gate, we will protect her with panels of cedar.

10 I am a wall, and my breasts are its towers. My lover knows that with him I find contentment and peace.

11 Solomon has a vineyard in a place called Baal Hamon. There are farmers who rent it from him; each one pays a thousand silver coins.

12 Solomon is welcome to his thousand coins, and the farmers to two hundred as their share; I have a vineyard of my own!

13 Let me hear your voice from the garden, my love; my companions are waiting to hear you speak.

14 Come to me, my lover, like a gazelle, like a young stag on the mountains where spices grow.