Let him kiss me over and over again! Your love is better than wine.

He has brought me to the banquet hall, and his banner over me is love.

The voice of my beloved! Look! He's coming, leaping over the mountains, bounding over the hills.

Look! Winter is past. The rain is over and gone.

May your mouth be like good wine. May it go down smoothly to my beloved, gliding gently over the lips of the sleeping ones.

The mandrakes give off their fragrance, and over our doors are all the choice fruits, both old and new, that I've stored up for you, my beloved.

Set me like a seal over your heart, like a seal on your arm. For love is as strong as death, passion as intense as Sheol. The flames of love are flames of fire, a blaze that comes from the LORD.