11 We will make thee earrings of gold with studs of silver.
12 While the king was on his couch, my spikenard gave forth its fragrance.
13 A bundle of myrrh is my wellbeloved unto me that rests between my breasts.
14 My beloved is unto me as a cluster of camphire {Heb. ransom} in the vineyards of Engedi.
15 Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; thou hast doves’ eyes.
16 Behold, thou art fair, O my beloved, and pleasant; also our bed has flowers.
17 The beams of our house are cedar, and our rafters of fir.