8 If you do not know, O fairest among women,Follow in the footsteps of the flock,And feed your little goatsBeside the shepherds’ tents.
9 I have compared you, my love,To my filly among Pharaoh’s chariots.
10 Your cheeks are lovely with ornaments,Your neck with chains of gold.
11 We will make you ornaments of goldWith studs of silver.
12 While the king is at his table,My spikenard sends forth its fragrance.
13 A bundle of myrrh is my beloved to me,That lies all night between my breasts.
14 My beloved is to me a cluster of henna bloomsIn the vineyards of En Gedi.