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

Because of the fragrance of your good ointments your name is as ointment poured forth, therefore do the virgins love you.

Draw me, we will run after you: the king has brought me into his chambers: we will be glad and rejoice in you, we will remember your love more than wine: the upright love you.

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.

As the lily among thorns, so is my love among the daughters.

He brought me to the banqueting house, and his banner over me was love.

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

I charge you, O you daughters of Jerusalem, by the gazelles or by the hinds of the field, that you stir not up, nor awake love, till it pleases.

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

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.

I charge you, O you daughters of Jerusalem, by the gazelles or by the hinds of the field, that you stir not up, nor awake my love, till it pleases.

He made its posts of silver, its base of gold, the covering of its seat of purple, its interior being paved with love, by the daughters of Jerusalem.

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.

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.

I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if you find my beloved, that you tell him, that I am sick with love.

You are beautiful, O my love, as Tirzah, lovely as Jerusalem, awesome as an army with banners.

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

I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, that you stir not up, nor awake my love, until it pleases.

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.