Song of Solomon 1:7-11

“Tell me, you whom my soul loves, Where do you pasture your flock, Where do you have it lie down at noon? For why should I be like one who veils herself Beside the flocks of your companions?” Solomon, the Lover, Speaks

“If you yourself do not know, Most beautiful among women, Go out on the trail of the flock, And pasture your young goats By the tents of the shepherds.

“To me, my darling, you are like My mare among the chariots of Pharaoh.

“Your cheeks are delightful with jewelry, Your neck with strings of beads.”The Chorus

“We will make for you jewelry of gold With beads of silver.”The Bride