Song of Solomon 1:8-16

⁸If thou knowest not, O fair among women, Get thee forth by the traces of the flock, And feed thy kids by the shepherds' dwellings!

⁹To my joyous one in chariots of Pharaoh, I have compared thee, my friend,

¹⁰Comely have been thy cheeks with garlands, Thy neck with chains.

¹¹Garlands of gold we do make for thee, With studs of silver!

¹²While the king is in his circle, My spikenard hath given its fragrance.

¹³A bundle of myrrh is my beloved to me, Between my breasts it lodgeth.

¹⁴A cluster of cypress is my beloved to me, In the vineyards of En-Gedi!

¹⁵Lo, thou art fair, my friend, Lo, thou art fair, thine eyes are doves!

¹⁶Lo, thou art fair, my love, yea, pleasant, Yea, our couch is green,