Song of Solomon 1:7-17

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.—

¹²While the king sitteth at his table, my spikenard sendeth forth its pleasant smell.

¹³A bundle of myrrh is my friend unto me, that resteth on my bosom.

¹⁴A copher-cluster is my friend unto me in the vineyards of 'En-gedi.—

¹⁵Lo, thou art beautiful, my beloved: lo, thou art beautiful: thy eyes are those of a dove.—

¹⁶Lo, thou art beautiful, my friend, also pleasant: also our couch is made in the green wood.

¹⁷The beams of our houses are cedars and our wainscoting of cypress-trees.