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.
Song of Solomon 1
Song of Solomon 1:9-15