8 If you do not know, O fairest among women, follow the tracks of the flock, and pasture your little lambs beside the tents of the shepherds.
9 To a mare among the chariots of Pharaoh, I compare you, my beloved.
10 Your cheeks are beautiful with ornaments, your neck with strings of jewels.
11 We will make ornaments of gold for you with studs of silver.
12 While the king was on his couch, my nard gave its fragrance.
13 My beloved is to me a pouch of myrrh, he spends the night between my breasts.
14 My beloved is to me a cluster of blossoms of henna in the vineyards of En Gedi.