The Beloved to Her Lover:
1:7 Tell me, O you whom my heart 1 loves,
where do you pasture your sheep?
Where do you rest your sheep during the midday heat?
Tell me lest 2 I wander around 3
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 4 a 5 mare 6
among Pharaoh’s stallions. 7
1:10 Your cheeks are beautiful with ornaments;
your neck is lovely 8 with strings of jewels.
1:11 We 9 will make for you gold ornaments
studded with silver. 10
The Beloved about Her Lover:
1:12 While the king was at his banqueting table, 11
my nard 12 gave forth its fragrance. 13
1:13 My beloved is like a fragrant pouch of myrrh 14
spending the night 15 between my breasts.
1:14 My beloved is like a cluster of henna blossoms 16
in the vineyards of En-Gedi. 17
The Lover to His Beloved:
1:15 Oh, 18 how beautiful you are, my beloved! 19
Oh, how beautiful you are!
Your eyes 20 are like doves! 21
The Beloved to Her Lover:
1:16 Oh, how handsome you are, my lover! 22
Oh, 23 how delightful 24 you are!
The lush foliage 25 is our canopied bed; 26
1:17 the cedars are the beams of our bedroom chamber;
the pines are the rafters of our bedroom.