13 O my love, I have compared you to my company of horsemen against the chariots of Pharaoh.
14 Your cheeks are beautiful, like those of a turtledove. Your neck is like a bejeweled collar.
15 Chorus to Bride: We will fashion for you chains of gold, accented with reddened silver.
16 Bride to Chorus: While the king was taking his rest, my aromatic ointment sent forth its odor.
17 My beloved is a bundle of myrrh to me. He shall abide between my breasts.
18 My beloved is a cluster of Cyprus grapes to me, in the vineyards of Engaddi.
19 Groom to Bride: Behold, you are beautiful, O my love. Behold, you are beautiful. Your eyes are those of a dove.