7Say, O love of my soul, where you give food to your flock, and where you make them take their rest in the heat of the day; why have I to be as one wandering by the flocks of your friends?
8If you have not knowledge, O most beautiful among women, go on your way in the footsteps of the flock, and give your young goats food by the tents of the keepers.
9I have made a comparison of you, O my love, to a horse in Pharaoh's carriages.
10Your face is a delight with rings of hair, your neck with chains of jewels.
11We will make you chains of gold with ornaments of silver.
12While the king is seated at his table, my spices send out their perfume.
13As a bag of myrrh is my well-loved one to me, when he is at rest all night between my breasts.
