11 We will make you chains of gold with ornaments of silver.
12 While the king is seated at his table, my spices send out their perfume.
13 As a bag of myrrh is my well-loved one to me, when he is at rest all night between my breasts.
14 My love is to me as a branch of the cypress-tree in the vine-gardens of En-gedi.
15 See, you are fair, my love, you are fair; you have the eyes of a dove.
16 See, you are fair, my loved one, and a pleasure; our bed is green.
17 Cedar-trees are the pillars of our house; and our boards are made of fir-trees.
