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.

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

I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes, or by the hinds of the field, that ye stir not up, nor awake love, until it please.

Take us the foxes, the little foxes, that spoil the vineyards. For our vineyards are in blossom.

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.

I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes, or by the hinds of the field, that ye stir not up, nor awake love, until it please.

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

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.

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?

Thy two breasts are like two fawns that are twins of a roe.

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

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 adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, that ye stir not up, nor awake love, until it please.