8 O my love, I have compared you to my company of horsemen against the chariots of Pharaoh.
9 Your cheeks are beautiful, like those of a turtledove. Your neck is like a bejeweled collar.
10 Chorus to Bride: We will fashion for you chains of gold, accented with reddened silver.
11 Bride to Chorus: While the king was taking his rest, my aromatic ointment sent forth its odor.
12 My beloved is a bundle of myrrh to me. He shall abide between my breasts.
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