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

Your lips are like scarlet thread. Your mouth is lovely. Your temples are like a piece of a pomegranate behind your veil.

His mouth is sweetness; yes, he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, and this is my friend, daughters of Jerusalem. Friends

Your mouth like the best wine, that goes down smoothly for my beloved, gliding through the lips of those who are asleep.