Song of Solomon 1:7-17 ▼

7 Declare to me, O one my soul loves, where do you pasture, where do you let them rest at midday? For why should I be as one veiling herself to go alongside the flocks of your companions?

8 If you do not know it for yourself, O fairest among the women, go forth yourself in the tracks of the flock, and pasture your young goats beside the tents of the shepherds.

9 To a mare among the chariots of Pharaoh I have likened you, my darling.

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

11 Ornaments of gold we will make for you, with studs of silver.

12 While the king was at his table, my spikenard gave forth its fragrance.

13 A bundle of myrrh is my beloved to me; between my breasts it lodges.

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

15 Behold, you are beautiful, my darling, behold, you are beautiful! Your eyes are doves.

16 Behold, you are beautiful, my beloved, truly lovely indeed! Our bed is green.

17 The beams of our house are cedars, our rafters are firs.