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

Thy lips are like a thread of scarlet, And thy mouth is comely. Thy temples are like a piece of a pomegranate Behind thy veil.

His mouth is most sweet; Yea, he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, and this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.

And thy mouth like the best wine, That goeth down smoothly for my beloved, Gliding through the lips of those that are asleep.