11 Bride to Groom: Reveal to me, you whom my soul loves, where you pasture, where you recline at midday, lest I begin to wander after the flocks of your companions.
12 Groom to Bride: If you yourself do not know, O most beautiful among women, then go out and follow after the steps of the flocks, and pasture your young goats beside the tabernacles of the shepherds.
13 O my love, I have compared you to my company of horsemen against the chariots of Pharaoh.
14 Your cheeks are beautiful, like those of a turtledove. Your neck is like a bejeweled collar.
15 Chorus to Bride: We will fashion for you chains of gold, accented with reddened silver.
16 Bride to Chorus: While the king was taking his rest, my aromatic ointment sent forth its odor.
17 My beloved is a bundle of myrrh to me. He shall abide between my breasts.