Song of Songs 1:12-17

While the king is on his couch,  my perfume  releases its fragrance.  The one I love is a sachet of myrrh to me,  spending the night between my breasts. The one I love is a cluster of henna blossoms to me,  in the vineyards of En-gedi.  How beautiful you are, my darling. How very beautiful! Your eyes are doves.  How handsome you are, my love.  How delightful! Our bed is verdant; the beams of our house are cedars, and our rafters are cypresses.