Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth: for thy love is better than wine. . .A bundle of myrrh is my wellbeloved unto me; he shall lie all night betwixt my breasts. . .Stay me with flagons, comfort me with apples: for I am sick of love. . .It was but a little that I passed from them, I found him whom my soul loveth: I held him, and would not let him go, until I had brought him into my mother’s house, and into the chamber of her that conceived me. Thy two breasts are like two young roes that are twins, which feed among the lilies. . .Thou hast ravished my heart, my sister, my spouse; thou hast ravished my heart with one of thine eyes. . .How fair is thy love, my sister, my spouse! How much better is thy love than wine! And the smell of thine ointments than all spices! Thy lips, O my spouse, drop as the honeycomb: honey and milk are under thy tongue; and the smell of thy garments is like the smell of Lebanon. . . My beloved put in his hand by the hole of the door, and my bowels were moved for him. . .I opened to my beloved; but my beloved had withdrawn himself, and was gone: my soul failed when he spake: I sought him, but I could not find him; I called him, but he gave me no answer. . . I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if ye find my beloved, that ye tell him, that I am sick of love. . .His mouth is most sweet: yea, he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, and this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem. . .Thou art beautiful, O my love, as Tirzah, comely as Jerusalem, terrible as an army with banners. Turn away thine eyes from me, for they have overcome me. . .How fair and how pleasant art thou, O love, for delights! I said, I will go up to the palm tree, I will take hold of the boughs thereof: now also thy breasts shall be as clusters of the vine, and the smell of thy nose like apples. . .His left hand should be under my head, and his right hand should embrace me. . .Set me as a seal upon thine heart, as a seal upon thine arm: for love is as strong as death; jealousy is cruel as the grave: the coals thereof 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. . .I am a wall, and my breasts like towers: then was I in his eyes as one that found favour.