He shall kiss me from the kisses of his mouth: for thy good breasts are above wine.

Behold thee fair, my friend; behold thee beautiful; thine eyes are doves'.

The fig tree ripened its unripe figs, and the vines are in blossom; they gave an odor. Rise up, my friend, my beautiful one, and go for thyself.

Seize for us the foxes, the little foxes destroying the vineyards: and our vineyards are in blossom.

They are sixty queens, and eighty concubines, and maidens no number.