4 Draw me, we will run after thee: the king hath brought me into his chambers: we will be glad and rejoice in thee, we will remember thy love more than wine: the upright love thee.
12 While the king sitteth at his table, my spikenard sendeth forth the smell thereof.
9 King Solomon made himself a chariot of the wood of Lebanon.
11 Go forth, O ye daughters of Zion, and behold king Solomon with the crown wherewith his mother crowned him in the day of his espousals, and in the day of the gladness of his heart.
5 Thine head upon thee is like Carmel, and the hair of thine head like purple; the king is held in the galleries.