Song of Songs 1:12-15

As the king surrounded me at his table, the sweet fragrance of spikenard awakened the night. A sachet of myrrh is my lover, like a tied-up bundle of myrrh resting over my heart. He is like a bouquet of henna blossoms— henna plucked near the vines at the fountain of the Lamb. I will hold him and never let him part. My darling, you are so lovely! You are beauty itself to me. Your passionate eyes are like gentle doves.