7. Tell me, O you whom my soul loves, where you feed, where you make your flock to rest at noon: for why should I be as one that turns aside by the flocks of your companions?
8. If you know not, O you fairest among women, go your way forth in the footsteps of the flock, and feed your kids beside the shepherds' tents.
9. I have compared you, O my love, to a mare of Pharaoh's chariots.
10. Your cheeks are lovely with rows of jewels, your neck with chains of gold.
11. We will make you ornaments of gold with studs of silver.
12. While the king sits at his table, my perfume sends forth its fragrance.