Song of Songs

Song of Songs

Let him kiss me, the kisses of his mouth.
With them, an action, readily allowed.
For more delightful is your love than wine.
Of your perfumes, their fragrance is divine.
Your name is like perfume that’s been poured out.
It’s why they love you, women, young, no doubt!
Let’s hurry, take me with you, me away.
Me, to his chambers, may the king convey.