Good News Translation (GNB)
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21I am only a wild flower in Sharon,

a lily in a mountain valley.

The Man

2Like a lily among thorns

is my darling among women.

The Woman

3Like an apple tree among the trees of the forest,

so is my dearest compared with other men.

I love to sit in its shadow,

and its fruit is sweet to my taste.

4He brought me to his banqueting hall

and raised the banner of love over me.

5Restore my strength with raisins

and refresh me with apples!

I am weak from passion.

6His left hand is under my head,

and his right hand caresses me.

7Promise me, women of Jerusalem;

swear by the swift deer and the gazelles

that you will not interrupt our love.

The Second Song

The Woman

8I hear my lover's voice.

He comes running over the mountains,

racing across the hills to me.

9My lover is like a gazelle,

like a young stag.

There he stands beside the wall.

He looks in through the window

and glances through the lattice.

10My lover speaks to me.

The Man

Come then, my love;

my darling, come with me.

11The winter is over; the rains have stopped;

12in the countryside the flowers are in bloom.

This is the time for singing;

the song of doves is heard in the fields.

13Figs are beginning to ripen;

the air is fragrant with blossoming vines.

Come then, my love;

my darling, come with me.

14You are like a dove that hides

in the crevice of a rock.

Let me see your lovely face

and hear your enchanting voice.

15Catch the foxes, the little foxes,

before they ruin our vineyard in bloom.

The Woman

16My lover is mine, and I am his.

He feeds his flock among the lilies

17until the morning breezes blow

and the darkness disappears.

Return, my darling, like a gazelle,

like a stag on the mountains of Bether.2.17 mountains of Bether; or rugged mountains.

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31Asleep on my bed, night after night

I dreamt of the one I love;

I was looking for him, but couldn't find him.

2I went wandering through the city,

through its streets and alleys.

I looked for the one I love.

I looked, but couldn't find him.

3The watchmen patrolling the city saw me.

I asked them, “Have you found my lover?”

4As soon as I left them, I found him.

I held him and wouldn't let him go

until I took him to my mother's house,

to the room where I was born.

5Promise me, women of Jerusalem;

swear by the swift deer and the gazelles

that you will not interrupt our love.

The Third Song

The Woman

6What is this coming from the desert like a column of smoke,

fragrant with incense and myrrh,

the incense sold by the traders?

7Solomon is coming, carried on his throne;

sixty soldiers form the bodyguard,

the finest soldiers in Israel.

8All of them are skilful with the sword;

they are battle-hardened veterans.

Each of them is armed with a sword,

on guard against a night attack.

9King Solomon is carried on a throne

made of the finest wood.

10Its posts are covered with silver;

over it is cloth embroidered with gold.

Its cushions are covered with purple cloth,

lovingly woven by the women of Jerusalem.

11Women of Zion, come and see King Solomon.

He is wearing the crown that his mother placed on his head

on his wedding day,

on the day of his gladness and joy.

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The Man

41How beautiful you are, my love!

How your eyes shine with love behind your veil.

Your hair dances, like a flock of goats

bounding down the hills of Gilead.

2Your teeth are as white as sheep

that have just been shorn and washed.

Not one of them is missing;

they are all perfectly matched.

3Your lips are like a scarlet ribbon;

how lovely they are when you speak.

Your cheeks glow behind your veil.

4Your neck is like the tower of David,

round and smooth,4.4 round and smooth; Hebrew unclear.

with a necklace like a thousand shields hung round it.

5Your breasts are like gazelles,

twin deer feeding among lilies.

6I will stay on the hill of myrrh,

the hill of incense,

until the morning breezes blow

and the darkness disappears.

7How beautiful you are, my love;

how perfect you are!

8Come with me from the Lebanon Mountains, my bride;

come with me from Lebanon.

Come down from the top of Mount Amana,

from Mount Senir and Mount Hermon,

where the lions and leopards live.

9The look in your eyes, my sweetheart and bride,

and the necklace you are wearing

have stolen my heart.

10Your love delights me,

my sweetheart and bride.

Your love is better than wine;

your perfume more fragrant than any spice.

11The taste of honey is on your lips, my darling;

your tongue is milk and honey for me.

Your clothing has all the fragrance of Lebanon.

12My sweetheart, my bride, is a secret garden,

a walled garden, a private spring;

13there the plants flourish.

They grow like an orchard of pomegranate trees

and bear the finest fruits.

There is no lack of henna and nard,

14of saffron, calamus, and cinnamon,

or incense of every kind.

Myrrh and aloes grow there

with all the most fragrant perfumes.

15Fountains water the garden,

streams of flowing water,

brooks gushing down from the Lebanon Mountains.

The Woman

16Wake up, North Wind.

South Wind, blow on my garden;

fill the air with fragrance.

Let my lover come to his garden

and eat the best of its fruits.