'While the king was at his table, My perfume gave forth its fragrance.
My beloved is to me a pouch of myrrh Which lies all night between my breasts.
My beloved is to me a cluster of henna blossoms In the vineyards of Engedi.'
'How beautiful you are, my darling, How beautiful you are! Your eyes are like
'How handsome you are, my beloved, And
so delightful! Indeed, our bed is luxuriant!
The beams of our house are cedars, Our rafters, junipers.