Song of Songs 1:11

לְסֻסָתִי בְּרִכְבֵי פַרְעֹה דִּמִּיתִיךְ רַעְיָתִֽי

I have compared thee, O my love, To a steed in Pharaoh’s chariots.

נָאווּ לְחָיַיִךְ בַּתֹּרִים צַוָּארֵךְ בַּחֲרוּזִֽים

Thy cheeks are comely with circlets, Thy neck with beads.

עַד־שֶׁהַמֶּלֶךְ בִּמְסִבּוֹ נִרְדִּי נָתַן רֵיחֽוֹ

While the king sat at his table, My spikenard sent forth its fragrance.

צְרוֹר הַמֹּר דּוֹדִי לִי בֵּין שָׁדַי יָלִֽין

My beloved is unto me as a bag of myrrh, That lieth betwixt my breasts.