Young Woman

Kiss me and kiss me again, for your love is sweeter than wine.

Take me with you; come, let’s run! The king has brought me into his bedroom.

Young Women of Jerusalem

How happy we are for you, O king. We praise your love even more than wine.

Young Woman

How right they are to adore you.

Your love delights me, my treasure, my bride. Your love is better than wine, your perfume more fragrant than spices.

Young Man

I have entered my garden, my treasure, my bride! I gather myrrh with my spices and eat honeycomb with my honey. I drink wine with my milk.

Young Women of Jerusalem

Oh, lover and beloved, eat and drink! Yes, drink deeply of your love!

Your navel is perfectly formed like a goblet filled with mixed wine. Between your thighs lies a mound of wheat bordered with lilies.

May your kisses be as exciting as the best wine—

Young Woman

Yes, wine that goes down smoothly for my lover, flowing gently over lips and teeth.

I would bring you to my childhood home, and there you would teach me. I would give you spiced wine to drink, my sweet pomegranate wine.