7. 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 herselfbeside the flocks of your companions?
8. If you do not know,O most beautiful among women,follow in the tracks of the flock,and pasture your young goatsbeside the shepherds’ tents.
9. I compare you, my love,to a mare among Pharaoh’s chariots.
10. Your cheeks are lovely with ornaments,your neck with strings of jewels.