Let him kiss me over and over again! Your love is better than wine.

The fragrance of your perfumed oil is wonderful. Your name is perfume poured out. Therefore the young women love you.

My beloved is to me a pouch of myrrh that lies between my breasts all night.

My beloved is to me a cluster of henna blossoms in the vineyards of En-gedi.

Look at you! You are handsome, my beloved, truly lovely. How lush is our couch.

Like a lily among thorns, so is my darling among the young women.

Like an apple tree among the trees of the forest, so is my beloved among the young men. In his shade I take delight and sit down, and his fruit is sweet to my taste.

He has brought me to the banquet hall, and his banner over me is love.

My beloved is like a gazelle or a young stag. Look, there he stands behind our wall, looking through the windows, gazing through the lattice.

Look! Winter is past. The rain is over and gone.

Blossoms have appeared in the land. The season of songbirds has arrived, and cooing of turtledoves is heard in our land.

My dove, in the hidden places of the rocks, in the secret places of the cliffs, show me your form, and let me hear your voice. For your voice is pleasant, and your shape is lovely.

Catch the foxes for us, the little foxes that destroy the vineyards, our vineyards that are in bloom."

My beloved belongs to me and I belong to him. He is the one who shepherds his flock among the lilies.

What is this coming up from the desert like columns of smoke, perfumed with myrrh and incense from all the fragrant powders of the merchant?

Look at you! You are beautiful, my darling. Look at you! You are so beautiful. Your eyes behind your veil are doves, your hair is like a flock of goats coming down from Mt. Gilead.

Your lips are like a scarlet thread, and your mouth is lovely. Behind your veil, your temple is like a slice of pomegranate.

Your neck is like the tower of David, built with rows of stones. A thousand shields are hung upon it, all the shields of the warriors.

My darling, you are altogether beautiful and there is no blemish in you.

How beautiful is your love, my sister, my bride. How much better is your love than wine, and the fragrance of your perfume than all kinds of spices.

Your lips drip honey, my bride; milk and honey are under your tongue. The scent of your garments is like the fragrance of Lebanon.

My sister, my bride, is a locked garden a locked rock garden, a sealed up spring.

I was asleep, but my heart was awake. There's a sound! My beloved is knocking. "Open up for me, my sister, my darling, my dove, my perfect one. For my head is drenched with dew, my hair with the dampness of the night."

What is so special about your beloved, most beautiful of women? What is so special about your beloved, that you charge us like this?

My beloved is dazzling, with a dark and healthy complexion, outstanding among ten thousand.

His head is pure gold, his hair is wavy, black like a raven.

His hands are rods of gold, set with beryl. His stomach is carved ivory, inlaid with sapphires.

His legs are pillars of marble set on bases of pure gold. His appearance is like Lebanon, choice like its cedars.

His mouth is sweetness, and all of him is desirable. This is my beloved, this is my friend, young women of Jerusalem!

I belong to my beloved, and my beloved belongs to me. He is the one who grazes his flock among the lilies.

You are beautiful, my darling, like Tirzah, lovely like Jerusalem, as awesome as an army with banners.

Turn your eyes from me, for they excite me. Your hair is like a flock of goats coming down from Mt. Gilead.

Your temple behind your veil is like a slice of pomegranate.

but my dove, my perfect one, is unique. She's unique to her mother, she's pure to the one who gave birth to her. Young women see her and call her blessed, queens and mistresses praise her.

Who is this who appears like the dawn, beautiful as the moon, bright as the sun, awesome as an army with banners?

Your navel is a rounded goblet that never lacks mixed wine. Your abdomen is a bundle of wheat, enclosed by lilies.

Your neck is like a tower of ivory. Your eyes are like the pools in Heshbon, beside the gate of Beth-rabbim. Your nose is like the tower of Lebanon, which faces Damascus.

Your stature is like a palm tree, and your breasts are like clusters of fruit.

I belong to my beloved, and his desire is for me.

Come, my beloved. Let us go out to the country, let us spend the night in the villages.

Let us go early to the vineyards, let us see whether the vine has budded, whether the blossom has opened, whether the pomegranates have bloomed. There I'll give you my love.

Who is this coming up from the desert, leaning on her beloved? Under theapple tree I awakened you. There your mother had gone into labor with you; there she went into labor and gave birth to you.

Set me like a seal over your heart, like a seal on your arm. For love is as strong as death, passion as intense as Sheol. The flames of love are flames of fire, a blaze that comes from the LORD.

Solomon has a vineyard in Baal-hamon. He entrusted the vineyard to caretakers each one is to bring 1,000 pieces of silver in exchange for its fruit.

My vineyard belongs to me and is at my disposal. The 1,000 are for you, Solomon, and 200 are for those who take care of its fruit.