I compare you, my darling, to a mare among Pharaoh's chariots.
Your cheeks are beautiful with jewelry, your neck with its necklace.
We will make gold jewelry for you, accented with silver.
While the king is on his couch, my perfume releases its fragrance.
The one I love is a sachet of myrrh to me, spending the night between my breasts.
The one I love is a cluster of henna blossoms to me, in the vineyards of En-gedi.
How beautiful you are, my darling. How very beautiful! Your eyes are doves.