7 Tell me, you, the one I love: Where do you pasture your sheep? Where do you let them rest at noon? Why should I be like one who veils herself beside the flocks of your companions?
8 If you do not know,most beautiful of women, follow the tracks of the flock,and pasture your young goatsnear the shepherds’ tents.
9 I compare you, my darling, to a mare among Pharaoh’s chariots.
10 Your cheeks are beautiful with jewelry, your neck with its necklace.
11 We will make gold jewelry for you,accented with silver.
12 While the king is on his couch, my perfume releases its fragrance.
13 My love is a sachet of myrrh to me, spending the night between my breasts.