Let Him kiss me with the kisses of His mouth; for Your love is better than wine.

For Your ointments have a lovely fragrance; Your name is as oil poured out; therefore 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.

O My love, I have compared you to My mares among Pharaoh's chariots.

Behold, you are beautiful, my love; behold, you are beautiful; 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.

Feed me with raisin cakes, comfort me with apples, for I am sick with love.

I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, by the gazelles, and by the does of the field, do not stir up or awake my Love until He please.

My Beloved spoke, and said to me, Rise up, My love, My beautiful one, and come away.

the fig tree puts forth her green figs, and the vines with the tender grape give a good smell. Arise, My love, My beautiful one, and come away.

I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, by the gazelles, and by the does of the field, do not stir up nor awake my love until it pleases.

He made its poles of silver, its back gold, its seat of purple, its middle was paved with love by the daughters of Jerusalem.

Behold, you are beautiful, My love. Behold, you are beautiful; your eyes are like doves' from behind your veil; your hair is like a flock of goats that appear from Mount Gilead.

You are all fair, My love; no blemish is in you.

How fair is your love, My sister, My spouse! How much better is your love than wine, and the smell of your ointments than all spices!

I sleep, but my heart is awake. It is the sound of my Beloved that knocks, saying, Open to Me, My sister, My love, My dove, My undefiled; for My head is filled with dew, My locks with the drops of the night.

I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if you find my Beloved, what do you tell Him? That I am sick with love.

O my love, you are as beautiful as Tirzah, as lovely as Jerusalem, as inspiring as an army with banners.

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

The love-apples give a scent, and over our doors are all pleasant fruits, new and old, which I have laid up for You, O my Beloved.

I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, why should you stir up or awaken my Love until it pleases?

Set me as a seal on Your heart, as a seal on Your arm; for love is strong as death. Jealousy is cruel as the grave; its flames are flames of fire, a flame of Jehovah.

Many waters cannot quench love, nor will the rivers overflow it. If a man would give all the wealth of his house for love, it would be scorned.