9 I have compared thee, O my love, to a company of horses in Pharaoh's chariots.
10 Thy cheeks are comely with rows [of jewels], thy neck with chains [of gold].
11 We will make for thee borders of gold with studs of silver.
12 While the king [sitteth] at his table, my spikenard sendeth forth its smell.
13 A bundle of myrrh [is] my well beloved to me; he shall lie all night betwixt my breasts.
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