Thy cheeks are comely with rows of jewels, Thy neck with chains of gold.
Your cheeks are comely with ornaments, your neck with strings of jewels.
Thy cheeks are comely with plaits of hair, Thy neck with strings of jewels.
Lovely are your cheeks, adorned with ear hoops; your neck, with beads.
The sons of my mother have fought against me. They have made me the keeper of the vineyards. My own vineyard I have not kept.
We will make thee chains of gold, inlaid with silver.
