Song of Solomon 1:7-12

⁷Tell me, thou whom my soul loveth, Where thou feedest thy flock, Where thou makest it to rest at noon; For why should I be as one veiled Beside the flocks of thy companions?

⁸If thou know not, thou fairest among women, Go thy way forth by the footsteps of the flock, And feed thy kids beside the shepherds' booths.

⁹I compare thee, my love, To a steed in Pharaoh's chariots.

¹⁰Thy cheeks are comely with bead-rows, Thy neck with ornamental chains.

¹¹We will make thee bead-rows of gold With studs of silver.

¹²While the king is at his table, My spikenard sendeth forth its fragrance.