9. I compare thee, my love, To a steed in Pharaoh's chariots.
10. Thy cheeks are comely with bead-rows, Thy neck with ornamental chains.
11. We will make thee bead-rows of gold With studs of silver.
12. While the king is at his table, My spikenard sendeth forth its fragrance.
13. A bundle of myrrh is my beloved unto me; He shall pass the night between my breasts.
14. My beloved is unto me a cluster of henna-flowers In the vineyards of Engedi.
15. Behold, thou art fair, my love; Behold, thou art fair: thine eyes are doves.
16. Behold, thou art fair, my beloved, yea, pleasant; Also our bed is green.