Strengthen me with raisins, refresh me with apples, for I am faint with love.
Its posts he made of silver, its base of gold. Its seat was upholstered with purple, its interior inlaid with love. Daughters of Jerusalem
Your lips are like a scarlet ribbon; your mouth is lovely. Your temples behind your veil are like the halves of a pomegranate.
Daughters of Jerusalem, I charge you by the gazelles and by the does of the field: Do not arouse or awaken love until it so desires.
Tell me, you whom I love, where you graze your flock and where you rest your sheep at midday. Why should I be like a veiled woman beside the flocks of your friends?
Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth— for your love is more delightful than wine.
“How delightful is your love, my sister, my bride! How much more pleasing is your love than wine, and the fragrance of your perfume more than any spice!”
“Pleasing is the fragrance of your perfumes; your name is like perfume poured out. No wonder the young women love you!”
“All night long on my bed I looked for the one my heart loves; I looked for him but did not find him.”
“Daughters of Jerusalem, I charge you— if you find my beloved, what will you tell him? Tell him I am faint with love.”