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.