Song of Songs 1:9-17

9I compare you, my darling, to my mare among Pharaoh’s chariots.

10Your cheeks are lovely with ornaments, your neck with strings of beads.

11Ornaments of gold we will make for you with spangles of silver.

12While the king is on his couch, my nard spreads its fragrance.

13My lover is my pouch of myrrh, passing the night between my breasts.

14My love is to me a spray of henna blooms in the vineyards of En-gedi.

15How lovely you are, my darling, how lovely! Your eyes are doves.

16How handsome you are, my lover! Oh, so delightful! Yes, our couch is luxuriant.

17The beams of our houses are cedar trees, our panels are cypress trees.