“Tell me, O you (A)whom my soul loves,
Where do you (B)pasture your flock,
Where do you make it (C)lie down at noon?
For why should I be like one who [a]veils herself
Beside the flocks of your (D)companions?”

Solomon, the Lover, Speaks

[b]If you yourself do not know,
(E)Most beautiful among women,
Go forth on the trail of the flock
And pasture your young goats
By the tents of the shepherds.

[c]To me, (F)my darling, you are like
My (G)mare among the chariots of Pharaoh.

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Footnotes

  1. Song of Solomon 1:7 Some versions read wanders
  2. Song of Solomon 1:8 BRIDEGROOM
  3. Song of Solomon 1:9 Lit I have compared you to