Song of Solomon 1:9

My beloved spake, and said unto me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.

The fig tree putteth forth her green figs, and the vines with the tender grape give a good smell. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.

Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; thou hast doves’ eyes.

Woe to them that go down to Egypt for help; and stay on horses, and trust in chariots, because they are many; and in horsemen, because they are very strong; but they look not unto the Holy One of Israel, neither seek the LORD!

As the lily among thorns, so is my love among the daughters.

Thou art all fair, my love; there is no spot in thee.

I sleep, but my heart waketh: it is the voice of my beloved that knocketh, saying, Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled: for my head is filled with dew, and my locks with the drops of the night.

Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; thou hast doves’ eyes within thy locks: thy hair is as a flock of goats, that appear from mount Gilead.

Thou art beautiful, O my love, as Tirzah, comely as Jerusalem, terrible as an army with banners.

And Solomon had horses brought out of Egypt, and linen yarn: the king’s merchants received the linen yarn at a price.