Song of Solomon 1:9 YLT

⁷  Declare to me, thou whom my soul hath loved, Where thou delightest, Where thou liest down at noon, For why am I as one veiled, By the ranks of thy companions?

⁸  If thou knowest not, O fair among women, Get thee forth by the traces of the flock, And feed thy kids by the shepherds' dwellings!

⁹  To my joyous one in chariots of Pharaoh, I have compared thee, my friend,

¹⁰  Comely have been thy cheeks with garlands, Thy neck with chains.

¹¹  Garlands of gold we do make for thee, With studs of silver!