Song of Solomon 1:7-17 ▼

7 (1:6) Tell me O thou whom my soule loueth, where thou feedest the sheepe, where thou makest them rest at the noone day: for why shall I be like hym that goeth wrong about the flockes of thy companions?

8 (1:7) If thou knowe not thy selfe (O thou fayrest among women) then go thy way foorth after the footesteppes of the sheepe, and feede thy goates besyde the shepheardes tentes.

9 (1:8) Unto the hoast of Pharaos charets haue I compared thee, O my loue.

10 (1:9) Thy cheekes and thy necke is beautifull as the turtles, and hanged with spanges and goodly iewels,

11 (1:9) a neckband of golde wyll we make thee, with siluer buttons.

12 (1:10) When the king sitteth at the table, he shall smell my Nardus:

13 (1:10) a bundell of myrre is my loue vnto me, he wyll lye betwixt my brestes:

14 (1:10) a cluster of Camphire in the vineyardes of Engaddi is my loue vnto me.

15 (1:11) Oh howe fayre art thou my loue, Oh howe fayre art thou? thou hast doues eyes.

16 (1:11) O howe fayre art thou my beloued, howe well fauoured art thou? (1:12) Our bed is dect with flowres,

17 (1:12) the seelinges of our house are of Cedar tree, and our crosse ioyntes of Cipresse.