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Song of Solomon 8:1–3

Longing for Her Beloved

Oh that you were like a brother to me

who nursed at my mother’s breasts!

If I found you outside, I would kiss you,

and none would despise me.

I would lead you and rbring you

into the house of my mother—

she who used to teach me.

I would give you sspiced wine to drink,

the juice of my pomegranate.

tHis left hand is under my head,

and his right hand embraces me!

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Song of Solomon 8:1–3 — The New International Version (NIV)

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.

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.

His left arm is under my head

and his right arm embraces me.

Song of Solomon 8:1–3 — King James Version (KJV 1900)

O that thou wert as my brother, that sucked the breasts of my mother!

When I should find thee without, I would kiss thee;

Yea, I should not be despised.

I would lead thee, and bring thee into my mother’s house, who would instruct me:

I would cause thee to drink of spiced wine of the juice of my pomegranate.

His left hand should be under my head,

And his right hand should embrace me.

Song of Solomon 8:1–3 — New Living Translation (NLT)

Oh, I wish you were my brother,

who nursed at my mother’s breasts.

Then I could kiss you no matter who was watching,

and no one would criticize me.

I would bring you to my childhood home,

and there you would teach me.

I would give you spiced wine to drink,

my sweet pomegranate wine.

Your left arm would be under my head,

and your right arm would embrace me.

Song of Solomon 8:1–3 — The New King James Version (NKJV)

Oh, that you were like my brother,

Who nursed at my mother’s breasts!

If I should find you outside,

I would kiss you;

I would not be despised.

I would lead you and bring you

Into the house of my mother,

She who used to instruct me.

I would cause you to drink of spiced wine,

Of the juice of my pomegranate.

His left hand is under my head,

And his right hand embraces me.

Song of Solomon 8:1–3 — New Century Version (NCV)

I wish you were like my brother

who fed at my mother’s breasts.

If I found you outside,

I would kiss you,

and no one would look down on me.

I would lead you and bring you

to my mother’s house;

she is the one who taught me.

I would give you a drink of spiced wine

from my pomegranates.

My lover’s left hand is under my head,

and his right arm holds me tight.

Song of Solomon 8:1–3 — American Standard Version (ASV)

Oh that thou wert as my brother,

That sucked the breasts of my mother!

When I should find thee without, I would kiss thee;

Yea, and none would despise me.

I would lead thee, and bring thee into my mother’s house,

Who would instruct me;

I would cause thee to drink of spiced wine,

Of the juice of my pomegranate.

His left hand should be under my head,

And his right hand should embrace me.

Song of Solomon 8:1–3 — 1890 Darby Bible (DARBY)

Oh that thou wert as my brother, That sucked the breasts of my mother! Should I find thee without, I would kiss thee; And they would not despise me. I would lead thee, bring thee into my mother’s house; Thou wouldest instruct me: I would cause thee to drink of spiced wine, Of the juice of my pomegranate. His left hand would be under my head, And his right hand embrace me.

Song of Solomon 8:1–3 — GOD’S WORD Translation (GW)

If only you were my brother, 

one who nursed at my mother’s breasts. 

If I saw you on the street, 

I would kiss you, and no one would look down on me. 

I would lead you. 

I would bring you into my mother’s house. 

(She is the one who was my teacher.) 

I would give you some spiced wine to drink, 

some juice squeezed from my pomegranates. 

His left hand is under my head. 

His right hand caresses me. 

Song of Solomon 8:1–3 — The Holman Christian Standard Bible (HCSB)

If only I could treat you like my brother,

one who nursed at my mother’s breasts,

I would find you in public and kiss you,

and no one would scorn me.

I would lead you, I would take you,

to the house of my mother who taught me.

I would give you spiced wine to drink

from my pomegranate juice.

His left hand is under my head,

and his right arm embraces me.

Song of Solomon 8:1–3 — The New Revised Standard Version (NRSV)

O that you were like a brother to me,

who nursed at my mother’s breast!

If I met you outside, I would kiss you,

and no one would despise me.

I would lead you and bring you

into the house of my mother,

and into the chamber of the one who bore me.

I would give you spiced wine to drink,

the juice of my pomegranates.

O that his left hand were under my head,

and that his right hand embraced me!

Song of Solomon 8:1–3 — The Lexham English Bible (LEB)

How I wish that you were my little brother,

who nursed upon my mother’s breasts!

If I met you outside, I would kiss you,

and no one would despise me!

I would surely bring you to the house of my mother,

who would surely teach me;

I would give you spiced wine to drink,

the sweet wine of my pomegranates.

His left hand is under my head,

and his right hand embraces me.

Song of Solomon 8:1–3 — New International Reader’s Version (1998) (NIrV)

“I wish you were like a brother to me.

I wish my mother’s breasts had nursed you.

Then if I found you outside,

I could kiss you.

No one would look down on me.

I’d bring you to my mother’s house.

She taught me everything I know.

I’d give you spiced wine to drink.

It’s the juice of my pomegranates.

Your left arm is under my head.

Your right arm is around me.

Song of Solomon 8:1–3 — New American Standard Bible: 1995 Update (NASB95)

Oh that you were like a brother to me

Who nursed at my mother’s breasts.

If I found you outdoors, I would kiss you;

No one would despise me, either.

“I would lead you and bring you

Into the house of my mother, who used to instruct me;

I would give you spiced wine to drink from the juice of my pomegranates.

“Let his left hand be under my head

And his right hand embrace me.”


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