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

Tell me, O you whom my soul loves, where you feed, where you make your flock to rest at noon: for why should I be as one that turns aside by the flocks of your companions?

I have compared you, O my love, to a mare of Pharaoh's chariots.

Behold, you are fair, my love; behold, you are fair; you have doves' eyes.

The beams of our house are cedar, and our rafters of fir.

Sustain me with cakes of raisins, refresh me with apples: for I am sick with love.

My beloved spoke, and said unto me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.

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

The fig tree puts forth its green figs, and the vines with the tender grapes give a good smell. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.

O my dove, in the clefts of the rock, in the secret places of the cliff, let me see your face, let me hear your voice; for sweet is your voice, and your countenance is lovely.

Catch us the foxes, the little foxes, that spoil the vines: for our vines have tender grapes.

They all hold swords, being expert in war: every man has his sword upon his thigh because of fear in the night.

Behold, you are fair, my love; behold, you are fair; you have doves' eyes behind your veil: your hair is like a flock of goats, going down from mount Gilead.

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

You are all fair, my love; there is no spot in you.

How fair is your love, my sister, my spouse! how much better is your love than wine! and the fragrance of your perfume than all spices!

I sleep, but my heart wakes: it is the voice of my beloved that knocks, saying, Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my perfect one: for my head is filled with dew, and my locks with the drops of the night.

My beloved put in his hand by the latch of the door, and my heart was thrilled for him.

Turn away your eyes from me, for they have overcome me: your hair is as a flock of goats going down from Gilead.

Who is she that looks forth as the morning, fair as the moon, clear as the sun, and awesome as an army with banners?

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

And the roof of your mouth like the best wine for my beloved, that goes down sweetly, flowing gently over lips and teeth.

The mandrakes give a fragrance, and at our gates are all manner of pleasant fruits, new and old, which I have laid up for you, O my beloved.

Set me as a seal upon your heart, as a seal upon your arm: for love is as strong as death; jealousy is cruel as the grave: its flames are flames of fire, a most vehement flame.

Many waters cannot quench love, neither can the floods drown it: if a man would give all the wealth of his house for love, it would utterly be rejected.

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 at Baalhamon; he let out the vineyard unto keepers; everyone for its fruit was to bring a thousand pieces of silver.

You that dwell in the gardens, the companions listen for your voice: let me hear it.