Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth
|Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth!
For your love is better than wine.
Your name is like ointment poured forth;
Therefore the virgins love you.
|The king brought me, brought me into his chambers—
We’ll be glad and joy in you;
We’ll extol your love much more than wine.
Draw me; we will run after you.
|Tell me, you whom my soul loves,
Where do you feed your flock?
Where do they lie down at noon?
Where do you pasture your flock?
|If you yourself do not know,
Go by the flock’s footsteps,
Feed your young, O fairest one,
By the shepherds’ tents.