Good News Translation GNT
          
          
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              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.
            
            
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If only you were to me like a brother, who was nursed at my mother’s breasts! Then, if I found you outside, I would kiss you, and no one would despise me.            
            
              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.
            
            
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I would lead you and bring you to my mother’s house— she who has taught me. I would give you spiced wine to drink, the nectar of my pomegranates.            
            
              3 Your left hand is under my head, and your right hand caresses me.
            
            
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His left arm is under my head and his right arm embraces me.            
            
              4 Promise me, women of Jerusalem, that you will not interrupt our love.
            
            
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Daughters of Jerusalem, I charge you: Do not arouse or awaken love until it so desires.            
            
              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.
            
            
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Who is this coming up from the wilderness leaning on her beloved? Under the apple tree I roused you; there your mother conceived you, there she who was in labor gave you birth.            
            
              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.
            
            
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Place me like a seal over your heart, like a seal on your arm; for love is as strong as death, its jealousy unyielding as the grave. It burns like blazing fire, like a mighty flame.            
            
              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.
            
            
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Many waters cannot quench love; rivers cannot sweep it away. If one were to give all the wealth of one’s house for love, it would be utterly scorned.            
            
              8 We have a young sister, and her breasts are still small.  What will we do for her when a young man comes courting?
            
            
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We have a little sister, and her breasts are not yet grown. What shall we do for our sister on the day she is spoken for?            
            
              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.
            
            
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If she is a wall, we will build towers of silver on her. If she is a door, we will enclose 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.
            
            
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I am a wall, and my breasts are like towers. Thus I have become in his eyes like one bringing contentment.            
            
              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.
            
            
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Solomon had a vineyard in Baal Hamon; he let out his vineyard to tenants. Each was to bring for its fruit a thousand shekels of silver.            
            
              12 Solomon is welcome to his thousand coins, and the farmers to two hundred as their share;  I have a vineyard of my own!
            
            
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But my own vineyard is mine to give; the thousand shekels are for you, Solomon, and two hundred are for those who tend its fruit.            
            
              13 Let me hear your voice from the garden, my love; my companions are waiting to hear you speak.
            
            
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You who dwell in the gardens with friends in attendance, let me hear your voice!            
            
              14 Come to me, my lover, like a gazelle, like a young stag on the mountains where spices grow.
            
            
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Come away, my beloved, and be like a gazelle or like a young stag on the spice-laden mountains.            
          
            
              Scripture taken from the Good News Translation - Second Edition, Copyright 1992 by American Bible Society. Used by Permission.
            
            
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