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

I am dark, but fair of form, O daughters of Jerusalem, as the tents of Kedar, as the curtains of Solomon.

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

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

See, you are fair, my loved one, and a pleasure; our bed is green.

Cedar-trees are the pillars of our house; and our boards are made of fir-trees.

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

For, see, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone;

O my dove, you are in the holes of the mountain sides, in the cracks of the high hills; let me see your face, let your voice come to my ears; for sweet is your voice, and your face is fair.

Take for us the foxes, the little foxes, which do damage to the vines; our vines have young grapes.

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.

All of them armed with swords, trained in war; every man has his sword at his side, because of fear in the night.

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.

Your red lips are like a bright thread, and your mouth is fair of form; the sides of your head are like pomegranate fruit under your veil.

Your neck is like the tower of David made for a store-house of arms, in which a thousand breastplates are hanging, breastplates for fighting-men.

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!

My loved one put his hand on the door, and my heart was moved for him.

Where is your loved one gone, O most fair among women? Where is your loved one turned away, that we may go looking for him with you?

I am for my loved one, and my loved one is for me; he takes food among the lilies.

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

Who is she, looking down as the morning light, fair as the moon, clear as the sun, who is to be feared like an army with flags?

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

And the roof of your mouth like good wine flowing down smoothly for my loved one, moving gently over my lips and my teeth.

I am for my loved one, and his desire is for me.

The mandrakes give out a sweet smell, and at our doors are all sorts of good fruits, new and old, which I have kept for my loved one.

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.

We have a young sister, and she has no breasts; what are we to do for our sister in the day when she is given to a man?

Solomon had a vine-garden at Baal-hamon; he let out the vine-garden to keepers; every one had to give a thousand bits of silver for its fruit.