A bundle of myrrh is my beloved unto me; He shall pass the night between my breasts.

He made its pillars of silver, its base of gold, its seat of purple, the middle of it of ebony.

His legs are as pillars of stone on a base of delicate gold; his looks are as Lebanon, beautiful as the cedar-tree.

If she is a wall, we will make on her a strong base of silver; and if she is a door, we will let her be shut up with cedar-wood.