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

Tell me, O thou whom my soul loveth, where thou feedest, where thou makest thy flock to rest at noon: for why should I be as one that turneth aside by the flocks of thy companions?

I have compared thee, O my love, to a company of horses in Pharaoh's chariots.

We will make for thee borders of gold with studs of silver.

Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; thou hast doves' eyes.

Behold, thou art fair, my beloved, yes, pleasant: also our bed is green.

The beams of our house are cedar, and our rafters of fir.

Stay me with flagons, comfort me with apples: for I am sick with love.

My beloved spoke, and said to me, Rise, my love, my fair one, and come away.

For lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone.

The fig-tree putteth forth her green figs, and the vines with the tender grape give a good smell. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.

O my dove, that art in the clefts of the rock, in the secret places of the stairs, let me see thy countenance, let me hear thy voice; for sweet is thy voice, and thy countenance is comely.

Take for us the foxes, the little foxes, that spoil the vines: for our vines have tender grapes.

They all hold swords, being expert in war: every man hath his sword upon his thigh because of fear in the night.

He made its pillars of silver, the bottom of it of gold, the covering of it of purple, the midst of it being paved with love, for the daughters of Jerusalem.

Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; thou hast doves' eyes within thy locks: thy hair is as a flock of goats, that appear from mount Gilead.

Thy neck is like the tower of David built for an armory, on which hang a thousand bucklers, all shields of mighty men.

Thou art all fair, my love; there is no spot in thee.

How fair is thy love, my sister, my spouse! how much better is thy love than wine! and the smell of thy ointments than all spices!

I sleep, but my heart waketh: it is the voice of my beloved that knocketh, saying, Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled: for my head is filled with dew, and my locks with the drops of the night.

My beloved put in his hand by the hole of the door, and my bowels were moved for him.

Turn away thy eyes from me, for they have overcome me: thy hair is as a flock of goats that appear from Gilead.

Who is she that looketh forth as the morning, fair as the moon, clear as the sun, and terrible as an army with banners?

How fair and how pleasant art thou, O love, for delights!

And the roof of thy mouth like the best wine for my beloved, that goeth down sweetly, causing the lips of those that are asleep to speak.

The mandrakes give a smell, and at our gates are all manner of pleasant fruits, new and old, which I have laid up for thee, O my beloved.

Set me as a seal upon thy heart, as a seal upon thy arm: for love is strong as death; jealousy is cruel as the grave: the coals of it are coals of fire, which hath a most vehement flame.

Many waters cannot quench love, neither can the floods drown it: if a man would give all the substance of his house for love, it would utterly be contemned.

We have a little sister, and she hath no breasts: what shall we do for our sister in the day when she shall be spoken for?

Solomon had a vineyard at Baal-hamon; he let out the vineyard to keepers; every one for the fruit of it was to bring a thousand pieces of silver.