Your lips drip sweetness like the honeycomb, my bride, honey and milk are under your tongue. The fragrance of your garments is like the fragrance of Lebanon.

The Beloved about Her Lover: While the king was at his banqueting table, my nard gave forth its fragrance.

The fragrance of your colognes is delightful; your name is like the finest perfume. No wonder the young women adore you!

The fig tree has budded, the vines have blossomed and give off their fragrance. Arise, come away my darling; my beautiful one, come away with me!”

How delightful is your love, my sister, my bride! How much better is your love than wine; the fragrance of your perfume is better than any spice!

I want to climb the palm tree, and take hold of its fruit stalks. May your breasts be like the clusters of grapes, and may the fragrance of your breath be like apricots!

The mandrakes send out their fragrance; over our door is every delicacy, both new and old, which I have stored up for you, my lover.