Song of Solomon 1:8-17

⁸Lad. If thou know not, O thou fairest among women, Trace thou thy way by the tracks of the flock, And feed thy kids beside the shepherds' tents!

⁹Lov. To the horses in the chariots of Pharaoh Do I compare thee, my love!

¹⁰Comely are thy cheeks with rows of jewels, Thy neck with strings of pearls.

¹¹Golden chains will we make for thee, With studs of silver.

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

¹³A bunch of myrrh is my beloved to me; He shall abide between my breasts.

¹⁴My beloved is to me a cluster of henna-flowers From the gardens of Engedi.

¹⁵Lov. Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair! Thine eyes are doves.

¹⁶M. Behold, thou art fair, my beloved, yea, lovely; And green is our bed.

¹⁷The cedars are the beams of our house, And its roof the cypresses.