Song of Songs 1:8-17

8If you do not know, most beautiful of women, follow the tracks of the sheep and graze your young goats by the tents of the shepherds. He

9I liken you, my darling, to a mare among Pharaoh’s chariot horses.

10Your cheeks are beautiful with earrings, your neck with strings of jewels.

11We will make you earrings of gold, studded with silver. She

12While the king was at his table, my perfume spread its fragrance.

13My beloved is to me a sachet of myrrh resting between my breasts.

14My beloved is to me a cluster of henna blossoms from the vineyards of En Gedi. He

15How beautiful you are, my darling! Oh, how beautiful! Your eyes are doves. She

16How handsome you are, my beloved! Oh, how charming! And our bed is verdant. He 17The beams of our house are cedars; our rafters are firs.