Song of Solomon 1:7-17

⁷Tell me, O thou whom my soul loveth, where thou feedest, where thou makest thy flock to rest at noon; for why should I be as one that veileth herself beside the flocks of thy companions?

⁸If thou know not, O thou fairest among women, go thy way forth by the footsteps of the flock and feed thy kids, beside the shepherds' tents.

⁹I have compared thee, O my love, to a steed in Pharaoh's chariots.

¹⁰Thy cheeks are comely with circlets, thy neck with beads.

¹¹We will make thee circlets of gold with studs of silver.

¹²While the king sat at his table, my spikenard sent forth its fragrance.

¹³My beloved is unto me as a bag of myrrh, that lieth betwixt my breasts.

¹⁴My beloved is unto me as a cluster of henna in the vineyards of En-gedi.

¹⁵Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; thine eyes are as doves.

¹⁶Behold, thou art fair, my beloved, yea, pleasant; also our couch is leafy.

¹⁷The beams of our houses are cedars, and our panels are cypresses.