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

Tell me, you whom my soul loves, where you graze your flock, where you rest them at noon; For why should I be as one who is veiled beside the flocks of your companions? Lover

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

Strengthen me with raisins, refresh me with apples; For I am faint with love.

For, behold, the winter is past. The rain is over and gone.

My dove in the clefts of the rock, In the hiding places of the mountainside, Let me see your face. Let me hear your voice; for your voice is sweet, and your face is lovely.

Catch for us the foxes, the little foxes that spoil the vineyards; for our vineyards are in blossom. Beloved

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.

I was asleep, but my heart was awake. It is the voice of my beloved who knocks: "Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled; for my head is filled with dew, and my hair with the dampness of the night."

My beloved thrust his hand in through the latch opening. My heart pounded for him.

I rose up to open for my beloved. My hands dripped with myrrh, my fingers with liquid myrrh, on the handles of the lock.

I opened to my beloved; but my beloved left; and had gone away. My heart went out when he spoke. I looked for him, but I didn't find him. I called him, but he didn't answer.

Turn away your eyes from me, for they have overcome me. Your hair is like a flock of goats, that lie along the side of Gilead.

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

Your mouth like the best wine, that goes down smoothly for my beloved, gliding through the lips of those who are asleep.

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.

Set me as a seal on your heart, as a seal on your arm; for love is strong as death. Jealousy is as cruel as Sheol. Its flashes are flashes of fire, a very flame of Yahweh.

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. Friends

We have a little sister. She has no breasts. What shall we do for our sister in the day when she is to be spoken for?

Solomon had a vineyard at Baal Hamon. He leased out the vineyard to keepers. Each was to bring a thousand shekels of silver for its fruit.

My own vineyard is before me. The thousand are for you, Solomon; two hundred for those who tend its fruit. Lover