Song of Solomon 1:7-11

⁷Tell me, O thou whom my soul loveth, where thou feedest? where lettest thou thy flock rest at noon? for why should I appear like a veiled mourner by the flocks of thy companions?—

⁸If thou knowest this not, O thou fairest of women, go but forth in the footsteps of the flock, and feed thy kids around the shepherds' dwellings.—

⁹Unto the horse in Pharaoh's chariot do I compare thee, my beloved.

¹⁰Comely are thy cheeks between strings of pearls, thy neck with rows of jewels.

¹¹Chains of gold will we make for thee with studs of silver.—