Song of Solomon 1:7-17 ▼

7 Tell me, you, the one 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? M

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. W

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

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

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

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

16 How handsome you are, my love. How delightful! Our bed is lush with foliage;

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