Thine oils have a goodly fragrance; Thy name is as oil poured forth; Therefore do the virgins love thee.

My beloved is unto me as a bundle of myrrh, That lieth betwixt my breasts.

My beloved is unto me as a cluster of henna-flowers In the vineyards of En-gedi.

As a lily among thorns, So is my love among the daughters.

Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; Thine eyes are as doves behind thy veil. Thy hair is as a flock of goats, That lie along the side of mount Gilead.

His head is as the most fine gold; His locks are bushy, and black as a raven.

His cheeks are as a bed of spices, As banks of sweet herbs: His lips are as lilies, dropping liquid myrrh.

His hands are as rings of gold set with beryl: His body is as ivory work overlaid with'sapphires.

Thou art fair, O my love, as Tirzah, Comely as Jerusalem, Terrible as an army with banners.

Turn away thine eyes from me, For they have overcome me. Thy hair is as a flock of goats, That lie along the side of Gilead.

Who is she that looketh forth as the morning, Fair as the moon, Clear as the sun, Terrible as an army with banners?

Set me as a seal upon thy heart, As a seal upon thine arm: For love is strong as death; Jealousy is cruel as Sheol; The flashes thereof are flashes of fire, A very flame of Jehovah.