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Song of Songs 8

New International Version NIV

1 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 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 His left arm is under my head and his right arm embraces me.

4 Daughters of Jerusalem, I charge you: Do not arouse or awaken love until it so desires.

5 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 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 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 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 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 like towers. Thus I have become in his eyes like one bringing contentment.

11 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 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 You who dwell in the gardens with friends in attendance, let me hear your voice!

14 Come away, my beloved, and be like a gazelle or like a young stag on the spice-laden mountains.

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.