¹³ His cheeks as a bed of the spice, towers of perfumes, His lips `are' lilies, dropping flowing myrrh,

¹⁰ Comely have been thy cheeks with garlands, Thy neck with chains.

² My beloved went down to his garden, To the beds of the spice, To delight himself in the gardens, and to gather lilies.

¹ As a lily among the thorns,

²³ and the city hath no need of the sun, nor of the moon, that they may shine in it; for the glory of God did lighten it, and the lamp of it `is' the Lamb;

²² and all were bearing testimony to him, and were wondering at the gracious words that are coming forth out of his mouth, and they said, `Is not this the son of Joseph?'

⁶ My back I have given to those smiting, And my cheeks to those plucking out, My face I hid not from shame and spitting.

⁴ The Lord Jehovah hath given to me The tongue of taught ones, To know to aid the weary `by' a word, He waketh morning by morning, He waketh for me an ear to hear as taught ones.

⁵ I rose to open to my beloved, And my hands dropped myrrh, Yea, my fingers flowing myrrh, On the handles of the lock.

¹¹ Thy lips drop honey, O spouse, Honey and milk `are' under thy tongue, And the fragrance of thy garments `Is' as the fragrance of Lebanon.

⁶ Who `is' this coming up from the wilderness, Like palm-trees of smoke, Perfumed `with' myrrh and frankincense, From every powder of the merchant?

¹⁵ O the happiness of the people knowing the shout, O Jehovah, in the light of Thy face they walk habitually.

² Thou hast been beautified above the sons of men, Grace hath been poured into thy lips, Therefore hath God blessed thee to the age.

⁴ One `thing' I asked of Jehovah -- it I seek. My dwelling in the house of Jehovah, All the days of my life, To look on the pleasantness of Jehovah, And to inquire in His temple.

⁶ Many are saying, `Who doth show us good?' Lift on us the light of Thy face, O Jehovah,

⁷ Thou hast given joy in my heart, From the time their corn and their wine Have been multiplied.