Song of Songs 1:9-17

9I compare thee, my love, To a steed in Pharaoh's chariots. 10Thy cheeks are comely with bead-rows, Thy neck with ornamental chains. 11We will make thee bead-rows of gold With studs of silver. 12While the king is at his table, My spikenard sendeth forth its fragrance. 13A bundle of myrrh is my beloved unto me; He shall pass the night between my breasts. 14My beloved is unto me a cluster of henna-flowers In the vineyards of Engedi. 15Behold, thou art fair, my love; Behold, thou art fair: thine eyes are doves. 16Behold, thou art fair, my beloved, yea, pleasant; Also our bed is green. 17The beams of our houses are cedars, Our rafters are cypresses.