Song of Songs 1:8-12

⁸A! thou fairest among women, if thou knowest not thyself, go thou out, and go forth after the steps of thy flocks; and feed thy kids, beside the tabernacles of shepherds.

⁹My love, I likened thee to mine host of knights in the chariots of Pharaoh.

¹⁰Thy cheeks be fair, as of a turtle; thy neck is as brooches.

¹¹We shall make to thee golden ornaments, parted and made diverse with silver.

¹²When the king was in his resting place, my nard gave his odour.