Song of Solomon 1:9 ASV

⁷  Tell me, O thou whom my soul loveth, Where thou feedest 'thy flock', Where thou makest 'it' to rest at noon: For why should I be as one that is veiled Beside the flocks of thy companions?

⁸  If thou know not, O thou fairest among women, Go thy way forth by the footsteps of the flock, And feed thy kids beside the shepherds' tents.

⁹  I have compared thee, O my love, To a steed in Pharaoh's chariots.

¹⁰  Thy cheeks are comely with plaits 'of hair', Thy neck with strings of jewels.

¹¹  We will make thee plaits of gold With studs of silver.