The Beloved to Her Lover:
1:7 Tell me, O you whom my heart
where do you pasture your sheep?
Where do you rest your sheep during the midday heat?
Tell me lest
beside the flocks of your companions!
The Lover to His Beloved:
1:8 If you do not know, O most beautiful of women,
simply follow the tracks of my flock,
and pasture your little lambs
beside the tents of the shepherds.
The Lover to His Beloved:
1:9 O my beloved, you are like
among Pharaoh’s stallions.
1:10 Your cheeks are beautiful with ornaments;
your neck is lovely
1:11 We
studded with silver.
The Beloved about Her Lover:
1:12 While the king was at his banqueting table,
my nard