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

Tell me, O thou whom my soul loves, where thou feed [thy flock], where thou make [it] to rest at noon. For why should I be as she who is veiled beside the flocks of thy companions?

I have compared thee, O my love, to a steed in Pharaoh's chariots.

Behold, thou are fair, my love, behold thou are fair. Thine eyes are doves.

Behold, thou are fair, my beloved, yea, pleasant. Also our couch is green.

Sustain ye me with raisins, refresh me with apples, for I am sick from love.

My beloved spoke, and said to 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 ripens her green figs, and the vines are in blossom. They give forth their fragrance. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.

O my dove, who are in the clefts of the rock, in the covert of the steep place, let me see thy countenance; let me hear thy voice. For sweet is thy voice, and thy countenance is comely.

Take us the foxes, the little foxes, that spoil the vineyards. For our vineyards are in blossom.

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

Thou are fair, O my love, as Tirzah, comely as Jerusalem, sublime as an army with banners.

Turn away thine eyes from me, for they have overcome me. Thy hair is as a flock of goats that lay along the side of Gilead.

Who is she who looks forth as the morning, fair as the moon, clear as the sun, sublime as an army with banners?

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

and thy mouth like the best wine, that goes down smoothly for my beloved, gliding through the lips and teeth.

The mandrakes give forth fragrance. And at our doors are all manner of precious fruits, new and old, which I have laid up for thee, O my beloved.

Set me as a seal upon thy heart, as a seal upon thine arm. For love is strong as death, jealousy is cruel as Sheol. The flashes of it are flashes of fire, a most vehement flame.

Many waters cannot quench love, nor can floods drown it. If a man would give all the substance of his house for love, he would be utterly 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 at Baal-hamon. He let out the vineyard to keepers. Every one for the fruit of it was to bring a thousand [pieces] of silver.

Thou who dwell in the gardens, the companions hearken for thy voice. Cause me to hear it.