"Also their love, and their hatred, and their envy, is now perished; neither have they any more a portion for ever in any thing that is done under the sun."

"Live joyfully with the wife whom thou lovest all the days of the life of thy vanity, which he hath given thee under the sun, all the days of thy vanity: for that is thy portion in this life, and in thy labour which thou takest under the sun."

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

"Because of the savour of thy good ointments thy name is as ointment poured forth, therefore do the virgins love thee."

"Draw me, we will run after thee: the king hath brought me into his chambers: we will be glad and rejoice in thee, we will remember thy love more than wine: the upright love thee."

"Tell me, O thou whom my soul loveth, where thou feedest, where thou makest thy flock to rest at noon: for why should I be as one that turneth aside by the flocks of thy companions?"

"I have compared thee, O my love, to a company of horses in Pharaoh’s chariots."

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

"My beloved is unto me as a cluster of camphire in the vineyards of En–gedi."

"Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; thou hast doves’ eyes."

"Behold, thou art fair, my beloved, yea, pleasant: also our bed is green."

"As the lily among thorns, so is my love among the daughters."

"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."

"He brought me to the banqueting house, and his banner over me was love."

"Stay me with flagons, comfort me with apples: for I am sick of love."

"I charge you, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes, and by the hinds of the field, that ye stir not up, nor awake my love, till he please."

"The voice of my beloved! behold, he cometh leaping upon the mountains, skipping upon the hills."

"My beloved is like a roe or a young hart: behold, he standeth behind our wall, he looketh forth at the windows, shewing himself through the lattice."

"My beloved spake, and said unto me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away."

"The fig tree putteth forth her green figs, and the vines with the tender grape give a good smell. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away."