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

Your lips are like a thread of scarlet, and your mouth is lovely: your temples are like a piece of pomegranate behind your 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 the roof of your mouth like the best wine for my beloved, that goes down sweetly, flowing gently over lips and teeth.