7 Tell me, my love,Where will you lead your flock to graze?Where will they rest from the noonday sun?Why should I need to look for youamong the flocks of the other shepherds?
8 Don't you know the place, loveliest of women?Go and follow the flock;find pasture for your goatsnear the tents of the shepherds.
9 You, my love, excite menas a mare excites the stallions of Pharaoh's chariots.
10 Your hair is beautiful upon your cheeksand falls along your neck like jewels.
11 But we will make for you a chain of goldwith ornaments of silver.
12 My king was lying on his couch,and my perfume filled the air with fragrance.
13 My lover has the scent of myrrhas he lies upon my breasts.