Song of Songs 1:9-17

9I compare thee, my love, To a steed in Pharaoh's chariotsH7393. 10Thy cheeksH3895 are comely with bead-rows, Thy neckH6677 with ornamental chains. 11We will makeH6213 thee bead-rows of goldH2091 With studs of silverH3701. 12While the kingH4428 is at his table, My spikenard sendeth forth its fragrance. 13A bundle of myrrhH4753 is my beloved unto me; He shall pass the night between my breastsH7699. 14My beloved is unto me a clusterH811 of henna-flowers In the vineyardsH3754 of Engedi. 15Behold, thou art fair, my love; Behold, thou art fair: thine eyesH5869 are dovesH3123. 16Behold, thou art fair, my beloved, yea, pleasantH5273; AlsoH637 our bed is green. 17The beamsH6982 of our housesH1004 are cedarsH730, Our rafters are cypresses.