Song of Solomon 1:7-17 ▼

7 Tell me, O you whom my heart loves, where do you pasture your sheep? Where do you rest your sheep during the midday heat? Tell me lest I wander around beside the flocks of your companions!

8 If you do not know, O most beautiful of women, simply follow the tracks of my flock, and pasture your little lambs beside the tents of the shepherds.

9 The Lover to His Beloved: O my beloved, you are like a mare among Pharaoh's stallions.

10 Your cheeks are beautiful with ornaments; your neck is lovely with strings of jewels.

11 We will make for you gold ornaments studded with silver.

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

13 My beloved is like a fragrant pouch of myrrh spending the night between my breasts.

14 My beloved is like a cluster of henna blossoms in the vineyards of En-Gedi.

15 Oh, how beautiful you are, my beloved! Oh, how beautiful you are! Your eyes are like doves!

16 Oh, how handsome you are, my lover! Oh, how delightful you are! The lush foliage is our canopied bed;

17 the cedars are the beams of our bedroom chamber; the pines are the rafters of our bedroom.