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

Draw me, we will run after thee. The king has brought me into his chambers. We will be glad and rejoice in thee. We will make mention of thy love more than of wine. Rightly do they love thee.

Look not upon me, because I am swarthy, because the sun has scorched me. My mother's sons were incensed against me. They made me keeper of the vineyards, [but] my own vineyard I have not kept.

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.

While the king sat at his table, my spikenard sent forth its fragrance.

My beloved is to me a bundle of myrrh that lays between my breasts.

My beloved is to me a cluster of henna-flowers in the vineyards of En-gedi.

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.

As a lily among thorns, So is my love among the daughters.

As the apple tree among the trees of the wood, so is my beloved among the sons. I sat down under his shadow with great delight, and his fruit was sweet to my taste.

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

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

His left hand [is] under my head, and his right hand embraces me.

The voice of my beloved! Behold, he comes, leaping upon the mountains, skipping upon the hills.

My beloved is like a roe or a young hart. Behold, he stands behind our wall. He looks in at the windows. He glances through the lattice.

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

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.

My beloved is mine, and I am his. He feeds among the lilies.

Until the day be cool, and the shadows flee away, turn, my beloved, and be thou like a roe or a young hart upon the mountains of Bether.

By night on my bed I sought him whom my soul loves. I sought him, but I did not find him.

[I said], I will rise now, and go around the city. In the streets and in the broad ways I will seek him whom my soul loves. I sought him, but I did not find him.

The watchmen who go about the city found me. [I said], Did ye see him whom my soul loves?

It was but a little that I passed from them when I found him whom my soul loves. I held him, and would not let him go until I had brought him into my mother's house, and into the chamber of her who conceived me.

Where has thy beloved gone, O thou fairest among women? Where has thy beloved turned, that we may seek him with thee?

My beloved has gone down to his garden, to the beds of spices, to feed in the gardens, and to gather lilies.

I am my beloved's, and my beloved is mine. He feeds among the lilies.

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.

My dove, my undefiled, is [but] one. She is the only one of her mother. She is the choice one of her who bore her. The daughters saw her, and called her blessed, [yea], the queens and the concubines, and they praised her.

Before I was aware, my soul set me [among] the chariots of my princely people.

Return, return, O Shulammite, return, return, that we may look upon thee. Why will ye look upon the Shulammite, as upon the dance of two armies?

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

I am my beloved's, and his desire is toward me.

Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the field. Let us lodge in the villages.

Let us get up early to the vineyards. Let us see whether the vine has budded, its blossom is open, the pomegranates are in flower. There I will give thee my love.

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.

Oh that thou were as my brother, who sucked the breasts of my mother! [When] I should find thee outside, I would kiss thee. Yes, and none would despise me.

I would lead thee, [and] bring thee into my mother's house, who would instruct me. I would cause thee to drink of spiced wine, of the juice of my pomegranate.

His left hand under my head, and his right hand should embrace me.

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.

I am a wall, and my breasts like the towers. Then I was in his eyes as one who found peace.

My vineyard, which is mine, is before me. Thou, O Solomon, shall have the thousand, and those who keep the fruit of it, two hundred.

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

Make haste, my beloved, and be thou like to a roe or to a young hart upon the mountains of spices.