My love is to me a spray of henna blooms in the vineyards of En-gedi.
My lover is my pouch of myrrh, passing the night between my breasts.
Like an apple tree among the trees of the forest, so is my lover among the sons. In his shadow I delighted to sit, and his fruit was sweet to my taste.
Nibshan, the City of Salt and En-gedi—6 towns with their villages.
From there David went up and stayed in the strongholds of En-gedi.