Song of Solomon 1:9-13

My darling, to me you're like a mare among Pharaoh's horses that pull his chariots,

Your beautiful cheeks adorned with ornaments, your neck with strings of jewels.

Let's make you some gold ornaments inlaid with silver.

As the king lay on his couch, my nard perfume gave off its fragrance.

My love is like a pouch of myrrh, lying all night between my breasts.