'Love' in the Bible

Let him give me the kisses of his mouth: for his love is better than wine.

Sweet is the smell of your perfumes; your name is as perfume running out; so the young girls give you their love.

Take me to you, and we will go after you: the king has taken me into his house. We will be glad and full of joy in you, we will give more thought to your love than to wine: rightly are they your lovers.

Say, O love of my soul, where you give food to your flock, and where you make them take their rest in the heat of the day; why have I to be as one wandering by the flocks of your friends?

I have made a comparison of you, O my love, to a horse in Pharaoh's carriages.

My love is to me as a branch of the cypress-tree in the vine-gardens of En-gedi.

See, you are fair, my love, you are fair; you have the eyes of a dove.

As the lily-flower among the thorns of the waste, so is my love among the daughters.

He took me to the house of wine, and his flag over me was love.

Make me strong with wine-cakes, let me be comforted with apples; I am overcome with love.

I say to you, O daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes of the field, do not let love be moved till it is ready.

My loved one said to me, Get up, my love, my fair one, and come away.

By night on my bed I was looking for him who is the love of my soul: I was looking for him, but I did not see him.

I will get up now and go about the town, in the streets and in the wide ways I will go after him who is the love of my soul: I went after him, but I did not see him.

I was but a little way from them, when I came face to face with him who is the love of my soul. I took him by the hands, and did not let him go, till I had taken him into my mother's house, and into the room of her who gave me birth.

I say to you, O daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes of the field, let not love be moved till it is ready.

See, you are fair, my love, you are fair; you have the eyes of a dove; your hair is as a flock of goats, which take their rest on the side of Gilead.

You are all fair, my love; there is no mark on you.

How fair is your love, my sister! How much better is your love than wine, and the smell of your oils than any perfume!

I have come into my garden, my sister, my bride; to take my myrrh with my spice; my wax with my honey; my wine with my milk. Take meat, O friends; take wine, yes, be overcome with love.

I am sleeping, but my heart is awake; it is the sound of my loved one at the door, saying, Be open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my very beautiful one; my head is wet with dew, and my hair with the drops of the night.

I say to you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if you see my loved one, what will you say to him? That I am overcome with love.

You are beautiful, O my love, as Tirzah, as fair as Jerusalem; you are to be feared like an army with flags.

How beautiful and how sweet you are, O love, for delight.

Let us go out early to the vine-gardens; let us see if the vine is in bud, if it has put out its young fruit, and the pomegranate is in flower. There I will give you my love.

I say to you, O daughters of Jerusalem, do not let love be moved till it is ready.

Put me as a sign on your heart, as a sign on your arm; love is strong as death, and wrath bitter as the underworld: its coals are coals of fire; violent are its flames.

Much water may not put out love, or the deep waters overcome it: if a man would give all the substance of his house for love, it would be judged a price not great enough.