If I do not remember thee, let my tongue cleave to the roof of my mouth; if I prefer not Jerusalem above my chief joy.

I prefer a kiss that is so much more than just a tongue in your mouth.

Thine own mouth condemneth thee, and not I: yea, thine own lips testify against thee.

And she said to her father, Let it not displease my lord that I cannot rise up before thee; for the custom of women is upon me. And he searched but found not the images.

Let me not be ashamed, O LORD; for I have called upon thee: let the wicked be ashamed, and let them be silent in the grave.

I cried unto him with my mouth, and he was extolled with my tongue.