7Tell me, O thou whom my soul loveth, Where thou feedest [thy flock], Where thou makest [it] to rest at noon: For why should I be as one that is veiled Beside the flocks of thy companions?
8If thou know not, O thou fairest among women, Go thy way forth by the footsteps of the flock, And feed thy kids beside the shepherds` tents.
9I have compared thee, O my love, To a steed in Pharaoh`s chariots.
10Thy cheeks are comely with plaits [of hair], Thy neck with strings of jewels.
11We will make thee plaits of gold With studs of silver.
12While the king sat at his table, My spikenard sent forth its fragrance.
13My beloved is unto me [as] a bundle of myrrh, That lieth betwixt my breasts.
