Don't you know the place, loveliest of women? Go and follow the flock; find pasture for your goats near the tents of the shepherds.

How beautiful you are, my love! How your eyes shine with love behind your veil. Your hair dances like a flock of goats bounding down the hills of Gilead.

How beautiful you are, my love; how perfect you are!

Your love delights me, my sweetheart and bride. Your love is better than wine; your perfume more fragrant than any spice.

His eyes are as beautiful as doves by a flowing brook, doves washed in milk and standing by the stream.

How pretty you are, how beautiful; how complete the delights of your love.

You ask why he no longer accepts them. It is because he knows you have broken your promise to the wife you married when you were young. She was your partner, and you have broken your promise to her, although you promised before God that you would be faithful to her.

How beautiful you are, my love! How your eyes shine with love behind your veil. Your hair dances like a flock of goats bounding down the hills of Gilead.

His eyes are as beautiful as doves by a flowing brook, doves washed in milk and standing by the stream.

I am jealous for you, just as God is; you are like a pure virgin whom I have promised in marriage to one man only, Christ himself.

I am afraid that your minds will be corrupted and that you will abandon your full and pure devotion to Christ---in the same way that Eve was deceived by the snake's clever lies.

and ask the God of our Lord Jesus Christ, the glorious Father, to give you the Spirit, who will make you wise and reveal God to you, so that you will know him.

I ask that your minds may be opened to see his light, so that you will know what is the hope to which he has called you, how rich are the wonderful blessings he promises his people,