He hath brought me into the house of wine, and, his banner over me, is love.

SHEThe voice of my beloved! Lo! here he cometh, - leaping over the mountains, skipping over the hills.

For lo, the winter, is past, - the rain, is over, and gone;

Thou art, all over, beautiful, my fair one, and, blemish, is there none in thee.

And, thy mouth, like good wine - SHEFlowing to my beloved smoothly, gliding over the lips of the sleeping.