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

Take me to you, and we will go after you: the king has taken me into his house. We will be glad and full of joy in you, we will give more thought to your love than to wine: rightly are they your lovers.

How fair is your love, my sister! How much better is your love than wine, and the smell of your oils than any perfume!

Be awake, O north wind; and come, O south, blowing on my garden, so that its spices may come out. Let my loved one come into his garden, and take of his good fruits.

I say to you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if you see my loved one, what will you say to him? That I am overcome with love.

What is your loved one more than another, O fairest among women? What is your loved one more than another, that you say this to us?

Where is your loved one gone, O most fair among women? Where is your loved one turned away, that we may go looking for him with you?

Come back, come back, O Shulammite; come back, come back, so that our eyes may see you. What will you see in the Shulammite? A sword-dance.

Oh that you were my brother, who took milk from my mother's breasts! When I came to you in the street, I would give you kisses; yes, I would not be looked down on.