He brought me to the house of the wine, and his intention [was] love toward me.

All of them, grasping the sword, trained for war, - every man, with his sword upon his thigh, because of dread, in the night-time.

Thy neck is as a tower of ivory; thine eyes like the fishpools in Heshbon, by the gate of Bathrabbim: thy nose is as the tower of Lebanon which looketh toward Damascus.

I am my beloved's, and his desire is toward me.

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.

Many waters are not able to quench the love, And floods do not wash it away. If one give all the wealth of his house for love, Treading down -- they tread upon it.

If she be a wall, We will build upon her a turret of silver: And if she be a door, We will inclose her with boards of cedar.