7. Tell me, 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 veiled Beside the flocks of thy companions?
8. If thou know not, thou fairest among women, Go thy way forth by the footsteps of the flock, And feed thy kids beside the shepherds' booths.
9. I compare thee, my love, To a steed in Pharaoh's chariots.
10. Thy cheeks are comely with bead-rows, Thy neck with ornamental chains.