The soft grass is our bed. The beams of our house are cedars; our rafters are fragrant firs: The lovers imagine their luxurious surroundings of grass and overhanging trees as their house. She does not need the royal, palatial surroundings of a king because these God-created natural surroundings are more than enough for her and her true lover.
In several poems, the countryside is a place of happy intimacy. The man and the woman make their bed outdoors and enjoy each other's company.