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

Thine oils have a good fragrance. Thy name is oil poured forth. Therefore the virgins love thee.

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.

Tell me, O thou whom my soul loves, where thou feed [thy flock], where thou make [it] to rest at noon. For why should I be as she who is veiled beside the flocks of thy companions?

If thou know not, O thou fairest among women, go thy way forth by the footsteps of the flock, and feed thy kids beside the shepherds' tents.

Thy cheeks are comely with plaits [of hair], thy neck with strings of jewels.

O my dove, who are in the clefts of the rock, in the covert of the steep place, let me see thy countenance; let me hear thy voice. For sweet is thy voice, and thy countenance is comely.

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.

Thy teeth are like a flock of ewes, which have come up from the washing, of which every one has twins, and none is bereaved among them.

Thy temples are like a piece of a pomegranate behind thy veil.

How beautiful are thy feet in sandals, O prince's daughter! Thy rounded thighs are like jewels, the work of the hands of a skilful workman.

Thy body is a round goblet, no mingled wine is wanting. Thy waist is a heap of wheat set about with lilies.

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

Thy neck is like the tower of ivory. Thine eyes, the pools in Heshbon, by the gate of Bath-rabbim. Thy nose is like the tower of Lebanon which looks toward Damascus.

Thy head upon thee is like Carmel, and the hair of thy head like purple. The king is held captive in the tresses.

This thy stature is like to a palm tree, and thy breasts to its clusters.

I said, I will climb up into the palm tree. I will take hold of the branches of it. Let thy breasts be as clusters of the vine, and the smell of thy breath like apples,

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

Who is this who comes up from the wilderness, leaning upon her beloved? Under the apple tree I awoke thee. There thy mother was in travail with thee. There she who brought thee forth was in travail.

Set me as a seal upon thy heart, as a seal upon thine arm. For love is strong as death, jealousy is cruel as Sheol. The flashes of it are flashes of fire, a most vehement flame.

Thou who dwell in the gardens, the companions hearken for thy voice. Cause me to hear it.