8If thou know not, O thou fairest among women, go thy way forth by the footsteps of the flock, and feed thy kids beside the shepherds’ tents.
9I have compared thee, O my love, to a steed in Pharaoh’s chariots.
10Thy cheeks are comely with plaits of hair, thy neck with strings of jewels
11We will make thee plaits of gold with studs of silver.
12While the king sat at his table, my spikenard sent forth its fragrance.
13My beloved is unto me as a bundle of myrrh, that lieth betwixt my breasts.