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

Much water may not put out love, or the deep waters overcome it: if a man would give all the substance of his house for love, it would be judged a price not great enough.

My loved one said to me, Get up, my love, my fair one, and come away.

I am sleeping, but my heart is awake; it is the sound of my loved one at the door, saying, Be open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my very beautiful one; my head is wet with dew, and my hair with the drops of the night.

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.