"They all hold swords, being expert in war: every man hath his sword upon his thigh because of fear in the night."

"I will rise now, and go about the city in the streets, and in the broad ways I will seek him whom my soul loveth: I sought him, but I found him not."

"His head is as the most fine gold, his locks are bushy, and black as a raven."

"The mandrakes give a smell, and at our gates are all manner of pleasant fruits, new and old, which I have laid up for thee, O my beloved."

"Whither is thy beloved gone, O thou fairest among women? whither is thy beloved turned aside? that we may seek him with thee."

"His left hand should be under my head, and his right hand should embrace me."

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