Song of Solomon 1:7-17 ▼

7 Tell me, O one I love, where do you pasture your sheep? Where do you rest them at midday? Why should I be like a veiled woman beside the flocks of your companions?

8 If you do not know, O fairest of women, follow the tracks of the flock, and graze your young goats near the tents of the shepherds.

9 I compare you, my darling, to a mare among Pharaoh’s chariots.

10 Your cheeks are beautiful with ornaments, your neck with strings of jewels.

11 We will make you ornaments of gold, studded with beads of silver.

12 While the king was at his table, my perfume spread its fragrance.

13 My beloved is to me a sachet of myrrh resting between my breasts.

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

15 How beautiful you are, my darling! Oh, how very beautiful! Your eyes are like doves.

16 How handsome you are, my beloved! Oh, how delightful! The soft grass is our bed.

17 The beams of our house are cedars; our rafters are fragrant firs.