9Thy cheeks are beautiful as the turtledove’s, thy neck as jewels.
10We will make thee chains of gold, inlaid with silver.
11While the king was at his repose, my spikenard sent forth the odour thereof.
12A bundle of myrrh is my beloved to me, he shall abide between my breasts.
13A cluster of cypress my love is to me, in the vineyards of Engaddi.
14Behold thou art fair, O my love, behold thou art fair, thy eyes are as those of doves.
15Behold thou art fair, my beloved, and comely. Our bed is flourishing.
16The beams of our houses are of cedar, our rafters of cypress trees.