| How precious … are thy thoughts unto me, O God! how great is the sum of them! If I should count them, they are more in number than the sand: when I awake, I am still with thee. – How sweet are thy words unto my taste! yea, sweeter than honey to my mouth! – Thy love is better than wine. |
| Whom have I in heaven but thee? and there is none upon earth that I desire beside thee. – Thou art fairer than the children of men. |
| As the apple tree among the trees of the wood, so is my beloved among the sons. I sat down under his shadow with great delight, and his fruit was sweet to my taste. He brought me to the banqueting house, and his banner over me was love. – His countenance is as Lebanon, excellent as the cedars. His mouth is most sweet: yea, he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, and this is my friend. |
