8I haue compared thee, O my loue, to the troupe of horses in the charets of Pharaoh.
9Thy cheekes are comely with rowes of stones, and thy necke with chaines.
10We will make thee borders of golde with studdes of siluer.
11Whiles the King was at his repast, my spikenard gaue the smelll thereof.
12My welbeloued is as a bundle of myrrhe vnto me: he shall lie betweene my breasts.
13My welbeloued is as a cluster of camphire vnto me in the vines of Engedi.
14My loue, beholde, thou art faire: beholde, thou art faire: thine eyes are like the doues.
Song of Solomon 1
Song of Solomon 1:8-14