Let Him kiss me with the kisses of His mouth; for Your love is better than wine.

For Your ointments have a lovely fragrance; Your name is as oil poured out; therefore the virgins love You.

Tell me, You whom my soul loves, where do You feed, where do You lie down at noon? For why should I be as one who is veiled beside the flocks of Your companions?

Feed me with raisin cakes, comfort me with apples, for I am sick with love.

For lo, the winter is past, the rain is over; it goes to itself.

O My dove, in the clefts of the rock, in the secret places of the stairs, let Me see your face, let Me hear your voice; for your voice is sweet, and your face is beautiful.

Take us the foxes, the little foxes that spoil the vines; for our vines have tender grapes.

Your neck is like the tower of David built for an armory, on which there hang a thousand bucklers, all shields of mighty men.

I sleep, but my heart is awake. It is the sound of my Beloved that knocks, saying, Open to Me, My sister, My love, My dove, My undefiled; for My head is filled with dew, My locks with the drops of the night.

My Beloved put in His hand by the hole of the door, and my heart was moved for Him.

Where has your Beloved gone, most beautiful among women? Where has your Beloved turned? For we seek Him along with you.

Turn away your eyes from Me, for they have overcome Me; your hair is like a flock of goats that appears from Gilead.

How beautiful and how pleasant you are, O love, for delights!

and the roof of your mouth like the best wine for my Beloved, that goes down smoothly for my Beloved, flowing softly over the lips of sleeping ones.

The love-apples give a scent, and over our doors are all pleasant fruits, new and old, which I have laid up for You, O my Beloved.

Set me as a seal on Your heart, as a seal on Your arm; for love is strong as death. Jealousy is cruel as the grave; its flames are flames of fire, a flame of Jehovah.

Many waters cannot quench love, nor will the rivers overflow it. If a man would give all the wealth of his house for love, it would be scorned.

We have a little sister, and she has no breasts; what shall we do for our sister in the day when she shall be spoken for?

Solomon had a vineyard in Baal-hamon; he let out the vineyard to keepers; everyone for its fruit was to bring a thousand of silver.

My vineyard, which is mine, is before me; you, O Solomon, must have a thousand, and for the keepers of its fruit, two hundred.