Song of Songs 1:7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17

Tell me, my love, where are you leading your flock today? Where will you rest your sheep at noon? For why should I wander like a prostitute among your friends and their flocks?

If you don’t know, O most beautiful woman, follow the trail of my flock, and graze your young goats by the shepherds’ tents.

You are as exciting, my darling, as a mare among Pharaoh’s stallions.

How lovely are your cheeks; your earrings set them afire! How lovely is your neck, enhanced by a string of jewels.

We will make for you earrings of gold and beads of silver.

The king is lying on his couch, enchanted by the fragrance of my perfume.

My lover is like a sachet of myrrh lying between my breasts.

He is like a bouquet of sweet henna blossoms from the vineyards of En-gedi.

How beautiful you are, my darling, how beautiful! Your eyes are like doves.

You are so handsome, my love, pleasing beyond words! The soft grass is our bed

fragrant cedar branches are the beams of our house, and pleasant smelling firs are the rafters.