The Song of Songs — Song of Solomon 1:7–11

  
    Tell 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?
SONG 1:7

    If 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.
SONG 1:8

    I have compared thee, O my love, To a steed in Pharaoh's chariots.
Thy cheeks are comely with plaits of hair, Thy neck with strings of jewels.
We will make thee plaits of gold With studs of silver.
SONG 1:9–11
— 02 —Song of Solomon 1:7–11ASV