Song of Solomon 1:13

¹¹  We will make thee borders of gold with studs of silver.

¹²  While the king sitteth at his table, my spikenard sendeth forth the smell thereof.

¹³  A bundle of myrrh is my well-beloved unto me; he shall lie all night betwixt my breasts.

¹⁴  My beloved is unto me as a cluster of camphire in the vineyards of Engedi.

¹⁵  Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; thou hast doves' eyes.