Song of Songs 1:7-17

Tell me, you whom I love, where do you feed your sheep? Where do you let them rest at noon? Why should I look for you near your friend’s sheep, like a woman who wears a veil? You are the most beautiful of women. Surely you know to follow the sheep and feed your young goats near the shepherds’ tents. My darling, you are like a mare among the king’s stallions. Your cheeks are beautiful with ornaments, and your neck with jewels. We will make for you gold earrings with silver hooks. The smell of my perfume spreads out to the king on his couch. My lover is like a bag of myrrh that lies all night between my breasts. My lover is like a bunch of flowers from the vineyards at En Gedi. My darling, you are beautiful! Oh, you are beautiful, and your eyes are like doves. You are so handsome, my lover, and so pleasant! Our bed is the grass. Cedar trees form our roof; our ceiling is made of juniper wood.