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

Tell me, you whom my soul loves, where you pasture your flock, where you make it lie down at noon; for why should I be like one who veils herself beside the flocks of your companions?

If you do not know, O most beautiful among women, follow in the tracks of the flock, and pasture your young goats beside the shepherds’ tents.

I compare you, my love, to a mare among Pharaoh’s chariots.

Your cheeks are lovely with ornaments, your neck with strings of jewels.

We will make for you ornaments of gold, studded with silver.

While the king was on his couch, my nard gave forth its fragrance.

My beloved is to me a sachet of myrrh that lies between my breasts.

My beloved is to me a cluster of henna blossoms in the vineyards of Engedi.

Behold, you are beautiful, my love; behold, you are beautiful; your eyes are doves.

Behold, you are beautiful, my beloved, truly delightful. Our couch is green

the beams of our house are cedar; our rafters are pine.

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