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

I am black....the sun hath looked upon me,I am comely,O ye daughters of Jerusalem,as the tents of Kedar,as the curtains of Solomon.

A bundle of myrrh is my well beloved unto me;he shall lie all night betwixt my breasts.

As the apple tree among the trees of the wood,so is my beloved among the sons.

I sat down under his shadow with great delight,and his fruit was sweet to my taste.

His left hand is under my head,and his right hand doth embrace me.

By night on my bed I sought him whom my soul loveth:I sought him but I found him not.

I will rise now,and go about the city in the streets,and in the broad ways I will seek him whom my soul loveth:I sought him but I found him not.

The watchmen that go about the city found me:to whom I said,Saw ye him whom my soul loveth?

It was but a little that I passed from them,but 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.

Thou hast ravished my heart,my sister,my spouse;thou hast ravished my heart with one of thine eyes,with one chain of thy neck.

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.

A garden inclosed is my sister,my spouse,a spring shut up,a fountain sealed.

Awake,O north wind;and come,thou south;blow upon my garden,that the spices thereof may flow out.Let my beloved come into his garden,and eat his pleasant fruits.

I am come into my garden,my sister,my spouse....

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.

I have put off my coat...

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

I rose up to open to my beloved;and my hands dropped with myrrh,and my fingers with sweet smelling myrrh,upon the handles of the lock.

I opened to my beloved....

How beautful are thy feet with shoes,O prince's daughter!the joints of thy thighs are like jewels,the work of the hands of a cunning workman.

Thy navel is like a round goblet,which wanteth not liquor:thy belly is like an heap of wheat set about with lilies.

Thy two breasts are like two young roes that are twins.

Thy neck is as a tower of ivory;thine eyes like the fishpools in Heshbon,by the gate of Bath-rabbim:thy nose is as the tower of Lebanon which looketh towards Damascus.

Thine head upon thee is like Carmel, and the hair of thine head like purple,the king is held in the galleries.

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

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

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; 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.

I am my beloved's and his desire is toward me.



"The Song of Solomon",The Holy Bible,King James Version