Song of Solomon 1:7-17 ▼

7 Tell me, O you whom my soul loves, Where do you shepherd your flock, Where do you make it lie down at noon? For why should I be like one who veils herself Beside the flocks of your companions?”

8 “If you yourself do not know, Most beautiful among women, Go forth on the trail of the flock And pasture your young goats By the dwellings of the shepherds.

9 “To a mare of mine among the chariots of Pharaoh I compare you, O my darling.

10 Your cheeks are lovely with ornaments, Your neck with strings of beads.”

11 “We will make for you ornaments of gold With beads of silver.”

12 “While the king was at his banqueting table, My perfume gave forth its fragrance.

13 My beloved is to me a pouch of myrrh Which lies all night between my breasts.

14 My beloved is to me a cluster of henna blossoms In the vineyards of Engedi.”

15 “Behold, you are beautiful, my darling, Behold, you are beautiful! Your eyes are like doves.”

16 “Behold, you are handsome, my beloved, Indeed, so pleasant! Indeed, our couch is luxuriant!

17 The beams of our houses are cedars, Our rafters, cypresses.