7. "Tell me, O you whom my soul loves, Where do you pasture your flock, Where do you make it lie down at noon? For why should I be like one who veils herself Beside the flocks of your companions?"
8. "If you yourself do not know, Most beautiful among women, Go forth on the trail of the flock And pasture your young goats By the tents of the shepherds.
9. "To me, my darling, you are like My mare among the chariots of Pharaoh.
10. "Your cheeks are lovely with ornaments, Your neck with strings of beads."