8 If you do not know,most beautiful of women, follow the tracks of the flock,and pasture your young goatsnear the shepherds’ tents.
9 I compare you, my darling, to a mare among Pharaoh’s chariots.
10 Your cheeks are beautiful with jewelry, your neck with its necklace.
11 We will make gold jewelry for you,accented with silver.
12 While the king is on his couch, my perfume releases its fragrance.
13 My love is a sachet of myrrh to me, spending the night between my breasts.
14 My love is a cluster of henna blossoms to me, in the vineyards of En-gedi.