11 We will make thee borders of goldwith studs of silver.
12 While the King sitteth at his table,my spikenard sendeth forth the smell thereof.
13 A bundle of myrrh is my well-beloved unto me;he shall lie all night betwixt my breasts.
14 My beloved is unto me as a cluster of camphirein the vineyards of En–ge´di.
15 Behold, thou art fair, my love;behold, thou art fair;thou hast doves' eyes.
16 Behold, thou art fair, my beloved, yea, pleasant:also our bed is green.