7 Tell me, you whom I love with all my heart—where do you pasture your flock,where do you rest them at noon?—so I don’t wander around with the flocks of your companions.[Man]
8 If you don’t know your way,most beautiful of women,then follow the tracks of the herdsand graze your little goatsby the tents of the shepherds.
9 I picture you, my dearest,as a mare among Pharaoh’s chariots!
10 Lovely are your cheeks, adorned with ear hoops;your neck, with beads.
11 Let’s make hoops of gold beaded with silver for you!
12 With my king close by,my perfume filled the air.
13 A sachet of myrrh is my love to me,lying all night between my breasts.