11. We will make you ornaments of goldWith studs of silver.
12. While the king is at his table,My spikenard sends forth its fragrance.
13. A bundle of myrrh is my beloved to me,That lies all night between my breasts.
14. My beloved is to me a cluster of henna bloomsIn the vineyards of En Gedi.
15. Behold, you are fair, my love!Behold, you are fair!You have dove’s eyes.