7Tell me, thou whom my soul loves, where thou tendest thy flock, where thou causest them to rest at noon, lest I become as one that is veiled by the flocks of thy companions.
8If thou know not thyself, thou fair one among women, go thou forth by the footsteps of the flocks, and feed thy kids by the shepherds' tents.
9I have likened thee, my companion, to my horses in the chariots of Pharao.
10How are thy cheeks beautiful as those of a dove, thy neck as chains!
11We will make thee figures of gold with studs of silver.
12So long as the king was at table, my spikenard gave forth its smell.
13My kinsman is to me a bundle of myrrh; he shall lie between my breasts.
14My kinsman is to me a cluster of camphor in the vineyards of Engaddi.
15Behold, thou art fair, my companion; behold, thou art fair; thine eyes are doves.
16Behold, thou art fair, my kinsman, yea, beautiful, overshadowing our bed.
17The beams of our house are cedars, our ceilings are of cypress.
The Song of Solomon 1
The Song of Solomon 1:7-17