11. We will make for thee borders of gold with studs of silver.
12. While the king sitteth at his table, my spikenard sendeth forth its smell.
13. A bundle of myrrh is my well beloved to me; he shall lie all night betwixt my breasts.
14. My beloved is to me as a cluster of camphor in the vineyards of En-gedi.
15. Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; thou hast doves' eyes.
16. Behold, thou art fair, my beloved, yes, pleasant: also our bed is green.
17. The beams of our house are cedar, and our rafters of fir.