Your oils have a pleasing fragrance. Your name is oil poured forth, therefore the virgins love you.

Take me away with you. Let us hurry. The king has brought me into his chambers. We will be glad and rejoice in you. We will praise your love more than wine. They are right to love you.

We will make you earrings of gold, with studs of silver.

While the king sat at his table, my perfume spread its fragrance.

My beloved is like a roe or a young hart. Behold, he stands behind our wall. He looks in at the windows. He glances through the lattice.

I will get up now, and go about the city; in the streets and in the squares I will seek him whom my soul loves. I sought him, but I did not find him.

Who is this who comes up from the wilderness like pillars of smoke, perfumed with myrrh and frankincense, with all spices of the merchant?

They all handle the sword, and are expert in war. Every man has his sword on his thigh, because of fear in the night.

Your neck is like David's tower built for an armory, whereon a thousand shields hang, all the shields of the mighty men.

Until the day is cool, and the shadows flee away, I will go to the mountain of myrrh, to the hill of frankincense.

You are all beautiful, my love. There is no spot in you.

How beautiful is your love, my sister, my bride. How much better is your love than wine. The fragrance of your perfumes than all manner of spices.

spikenard and saffron, calamus and cinnamon, with every kind of incense tree; myrrh and aloes, with all the best spices,

a fountain of gardens, a well of living waters, flowing streams from Lebanon.

I said, "I will climb up into the palm tree. I will take hold of its fruit." Let your breasts be like clusters of the vine, the smell of your breath like apples,

Let's go early up to the vineyards. Let's see whether the vine has budded, its blossom is open, and the pomegranates are in flower. There I will give you my love.

The mandrakes give forth fragrance. At our doors are all kinds of precious fruits, new and old, which I have stored up for you, my beloved.

Many waters can't quench love, neither can floods drown it. If a man would give all the wealth of his house for love, he would be utterly scorned.

If she is a wall, we will build on her a turret of silver. If she is a door, we will enclose her with boards of cedar.

I am a wall, and my breasts like towers, then I was in his eyes like one who found peace.