Song of Solomon 1:11

If you don’t know, most beautiful among women,

follow the tracks of the sheep.

Graze your young goats beside the shepherds’ tents.

I have compared you, my love,

to a steed in Pharaoh’s chariots.

Your cheeks are beautiful with earrings,

your neck with strings of jewels.

While the king sat at his table,

my perfume spread its fragrance.

My beloved is to me a sachet of myrrh,

that lies between my breasts.

My beloved is to me a cluster of henna blossoms

from the vineyards of En Gedi.