Song of Solomon 1:8-15

⁸If thou know not thyself, thou fair one among women, Go thou forth by the footsteps of the flocks, And feed thy kids by the shepherds’ tents.

⁹I have likened thee, my companion, To my horses in the chariots of Pharaoh.

¹⁰How are thy cheeks beautiful as those of a dove, Thy neck as chains!

¹¹We will make thee figures of gold With studs of silver.

¹²So long as the king was at table, My spikenard gave forth its smell.

¹³My kinsman is to me a bundle of myrrh; He shall lie between my breasts.

¹⁴My kinsman is to me a cluster of camphor In the vineyards of Engedi.

¹⁵Behold, thou art fair, my companion; Behold, thou art fair; thine eyes are doves.