Your lips cover me with kisses; your love is better than wine.

Your lips cover me with kisses; your love is better than wine.

Take me with you, and we'll run away; be my king and take me to your room. We will be happy together, drink deep, and lose ourselves in love. No wonder all women love you!

There is a fragrance about you; the sound of your name recalls it. No woman could keep from loving you.

My king was lying on his couch, and my perfume filled the air with fragrance.

What is this coming from the desert like a column of smoke, fragrant with incense and myrrh, the incense sold by the traders?

I was ready to let him come in. My hands were covered with myrrh, my fingers with liquid myrrh, as I grasped the handle of the door.

It is God himself who makes us, together with you, sure of our life in union with Christ; it is God himself who has set us apart,

who has placed his mark of ownership upon us, and who has given us the Holy Spirit in our hearts as the guarantee of all that he has in store for us.

But the Spirit produces love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness,

Here, then, is my receipt for everything you have given me---and it has been more than enough! I have all I need now that Epaphroditus has brought me all your gifts. They are like a sweet-smelling offering to God, a sacrifice which is acceptable and pleasing to him.

As he did so, the four living creatures and the twenty-four elders fell down before the Lamb. Each had a harp and gold bowls filled with incense, which are the prayers of God's people.