"A bundle of myrrh is my well-beloved unto me; he shall lie all night betwixt my breasts."
"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."
"My beloved is mine, and I am his: he feedeth among the lilies."
"Thy lips, O my spouse, drop as the honeycomb: honey and milk are under thy tongue; and the smell of thy garments is like the smell of Lebanon."
"My beloved put in his hand by the hole of the door, and my bowels were moved for him."
"Thy navel is like a round goblet, which wanteth not liquor: thy belly is like an heap of wheat set about with lilies."
"Thy two breasts are like two young roes that are twins."