Song of Songs 1:5

Woe is me, for I sojourn in Meshech, For I dwell among the tents of Kedar!

“I call you to solemnly swear, O daughters of Jerusalem, By the gazelles or by the hinds of the field, That you do not arouse or awaken my love Until she pleases.”

“O my dove, in the clefts of the rock, In the secret place of the steep pathway, Let me see your appearance, Let me hear your voice; For your voice is sweet, And your appearance is lovely.”

“He made its posts of silver, Its back of gold And its seat of purple fabric, With its interior inlaid with love By the daughters of Jerusalem.

“You are as beautiful as Tirzah, my darling, As lovely as Jerusalem, As majestic as an army with banners.

For thus the Lord said to me, “In a year, as a hired man would count it, all the glory of Kedar will end;