Song of Songs 1:2
Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth! For your love is more delightful than wine.
Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth! For your love is more delightful than wine.
Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth: for thy love is better than wine.
Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth, for your love is better than wine.
Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth: for thy love is better than wine.
O that thy mouth wolde geue me a kysse, for yi brestes are more pleasaunt then wyne,
Let him kisse me with the kisses of his mouth: for thy loue is better then wine.
O that he would kisse me with the kisses of his mouth: for thy loue is more pleasaunt then wine,
¶ Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth: for thy love [is] better than wine.
Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth; For your love is better than wine.
Let him kiss me with kisses of his mouth, For better `are' thy loves than wine.
Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth; For thy love is better than wine.
Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth; For thy love is better than wine.
Let him give me the kisses of his mouth: for his love is better than wine.
Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth; for your love is better than wine.
The Desire for LoveThe Beloved to Her Lover: Oh, how I wish you would kiss me passionately! For your lovemaking is more delightful than wine.
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3The fragrance of your perfume is pleasing; your name is like perfume poured out. No wonder the young women love you!
4Take me away with you—let us run! The king has brought me into his chambers. We will rejoice and be glad in you; we will celebrate your love more than wine. Rightly do they love you.
9You have captivated my heart, my sister, my bride; you have captivated my heart with one glance of your eyes, with one jewel of your necklace.
10How beautiful is your love, my sister, my bride! How much better is your love than wine, and the fragrance of your oils than any spice!
11Your lips, my bride, drip honey like a honeycomb. Honey and milk are under your tongue, and the fragrance of your garments is like the scent of Lebanon.
12A locked garden is my sister, my bride—an enclosed spring, a sealed fountain.
9I said, 'I will climb the palm tree and take hold of its branches.' Let your breasts be like clusters of the vine, the fragrance of your breath like apples.
10Your mouth is like the finest wine, flowing smoothly for my beloved, gliding over the lips of those who are asleep.
1The Song of Songs, which is Solomon's.
16His mouth is sweetness itself; he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, this is my friend, daughters of Jerusalem.
1I have entered my garden, my sister, my bride; I have gathered my myrrh with my spices. I have eaten my honeycomb with my honey; I have drunk my wine with my milk. Eat, friends, and drink; be intoxicated with love.
2I was sleeping, but my heart was awake. I heard the sound of my beloved knocking: "Open to me, my sister, my darling, my dove, my perfect one, for my head is drenched with dew and my hair with the dampness of the night."
6Your head crowns you like Mount Carmel, and the flowing locks of your hair are like royal purple. The king is captivated by its tresses.
12While the king was at his table, my perfume spread its fragrance.
13My beloved is to me a sachet of myrrh resting between my breasts.
14My beloved is to me a cluster of henna blossoms from the vineyards of En Gedi.
15Behold, you are beautiful, my love! Behold, you are beautiful; your eyes are like doves.
10My beloved spoke and said to me, 'Arise, my love, my beautiful one, and come away.'
12Come, my beloved, let us go out into the fields; let us lodge in the villages.
18'Come, let us drink our fill of love until morning; let us delight ourselves with loving caresses.'
3Like an apple tree among the trees of the forest, so is my beloved among the young men. I delight to sit in his shade, and his fruit is sweet to my taste.
4He brought me to the banquet hall, and his banner over me is love.
5Strengthen me with raisin cakes, refresh me with apples, for I am faint with love.
6His left hand is under my head, and his right hand embraces me.
13His cheeks are like a bed of spices, towers of scented herbs. His lips are lilies dripping with flowing myrrh.
1Oh, that you were like a brother to me, one who nursed at my mother's breasts! If I found you outside, I would kiss you, and no one would despise me.
2I would lead you and bring you to my mother's house, where you would teach me. I would give you spiced wine to drink, the nectar of my pomegranates.
3His left hand is under my head, and his right hand embraces me.
9What makes your beloved better than another beloved, most beautiful among women? What makes your beloved better than another, that you should beg us so passionately?
10My beloved is radiant and ruddy, outstanding among ten thousand.
9I compare you, my love, to a mare among Pharaoh’s chariots.
10Your cheeks are lovely with ornaments, your neck with strings of jewels.
6Until the day breathes and the shadows flee, I will go to the mountain of myrrh and the hill of frankincense.
7You are altogether beautiful, my love; there is no blemish in you.
1Where has your beloved gone, O most beautiful among women? Where has your beloved turned, that we may seek him with you?
19A loving doe, a graceful deer—may her breasts satisfy you always, and may you always be captivated by her love.
6Who is this coming up from the wilderness like columns of smoke, perfumed with myrrh and frankincense, with all the fragrant powders of the merchant?
7Tell me, you whom my soul loves, where you graze your flock, where you rest your sheep at midday. Why should I be like a veiled woman beside the flocks of your companions?
15You are a spring of gardens, a well of fresh water, flowing streams from Lebanon.
16Awaken, north wind, and come, south wind! Breathe on my garden so that its spices may flow. Let my beloved come into his garden and taste its choice fruits.
13The fig tree ripens its early fruit; the blossoming vines spread their fragrance. Arise, my love, my beautiful one, and come away.
14My dove, in the clefts of the rock, in the secret places of the cliff, show me your face, let me hear your voice, for your voice is sweet, and your face is lovely.
16My beloved is mine and I am his; he grazes among the lilies.
4Scarcely had I passed them when I found the one my soul loves. I held him and would not let him go until I had brought him to my mother’s house, to the room of the one who conceived me.
13She took hold of him and kissed him; with a brazen face she said to him:
14Hurry, my beloved, and be like a gazelle or a young stag on the mountains of spices.
1Let me sing now for my beloved a song of my beloved about his vineyard: My beloved had a vineyard on a fertile hill.
2My heart overflows with a good theme; I speak my composition to the king. My tongue is like the pen of a skillful writer.
3For the lips of a forbidden woman drip honey, and her speech is smoother than oil.
4You are as beautiful as Tirzah, my love, as lovely as Jerusalem, as majestic as an army with banners.