The Bride

“May he kiss me with the kisses of his mouth! For your love is sweeter than wine.

Draw me after you and let’s run together! The king has brought me into his chambers.”

The Chorus

“We will rejoice in you and be joyful; We will praise your love more than wine. Rightly do they love you.”

How beautiful is your love, my sister, my bride! How much sweeter is your love than wine, And the fragrance of your oils Than that of all kinds of balsam oils!

The Torment of Separation

The Groom

“I have come into my garden, my sister, my bride; I have gathered my myrrh along with my balsam. I have eaten my honeycomb with my honey; I have drunk my wine with my milk. Eat, friends; Drink and drink deeply, lovers.”

Your navel is like a round goblet That never lacks mixed wine; Your belly is like a heap of wheat, Surrounded with lilies.

And your mouth like the best wine!”

The Bride

“It goes down smoothly for my beloved, Flowing gently through the lips of those who are asleep.

I would lead you and bring you Into the house of my mother, who used to instruct me; I would give you spiced wine to drink from the juice of my pomegranates.