Song of Solomon 1:7-17 ▼

7 Tell me, you whom I love: Where do you pasture your sheep? Where do you let them rest at noon? Why should I be like one who veils herself beside the flocks of your companions? Man

8 If you do not know, most beautiful of women, follow the tracks of the flock, and pasture your young goats near the shepherds’ tents.

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

10 Your cheeks are beautiful with jewelry, your neck with its necklace.

11 We will make gold jewelry for you, accented with silver. Woman

12 While the king is on his couch, my perfume releases its fragrance.

13 The one I love is a sachet of myrrh to me, spending the night between my breasts.

14 The one I love is a cluster of henna blossoms to me, in the vineyards of En-gedi. Man

15 How beautiful you are, my darling. How very beautiful! Your eyes are doves. Woman

16 How handsome you are, my love. How delightful! Our bed is verdant;

17 the beams of our house are cedars, and our rafters are cypresses.