Song Of Songs 8 GNB

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.

The Sixth Song

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 flameand burns like a raging fire.

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

8 We have a young sister,and her breasts are still small.What will we do for herwhen 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 himI find contentment and peace.

11 Solomon has a vineyardin 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 200 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.

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