Song of Solomon 1:8-16

⁸If thou know not, thou fairest among women, Go thy way forth by the footsteps of the flock, And feed thy kids beside the shepherds' booths.

⁹I compare thee, my love, To a steed in Pharaoh's chariots.

¹⁰Thy cheeks are comely with bead-rows, Thy neck with ornamental chains.

¹¹We will make thee bead-rows of gold With studs of silver.

¹²While the king is at his table, My spikenard sendeth forth its fragrance.

¹³A bundle of myrrh is my beloved unto me; He shall pass the night between my breasts.

¹⁴My beloved is unto me a cluster of henna-flowers In the vineyards of Engedi.

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

¹⁶Behold, thou art fair, my beloved, yea, pleasant; Also our bed is green.