Song of Songs 1:8-15

⁸If you really don't know, you who are more beautiful than any other woman, then follow the tracks of my flock, and let your goats graze near the shepherd's tents.

⁹My darling, to me you're like a mare among Pharaoh's horses that pull his chariots,

¹⁰Your beautiful cheeks adorned with ornaments, your neck with strings of jewels.

¹¹Let's make you some gold ornaments inlaid with silver.

¹²As the king lay on his couch, my nard perfume gave off its fragrance.

¹³My love is like a pouch of myrrh, lying all night between my breasts.

¹⁴My love is like a bunch of fragrant henna flowers in the vineyards of Engedi.

¹⁵Look at how very beautiful you are, my darling, how beautiful! Your eyes are as gentle as doves.