Tell me, O thou whom my soul loveth, where thou feedest, where thou makest thy flock to rest at noon: for why should I be as one that turneth aside by the flocks of thy companions?

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(To Her Beloved)

Tell me, O you whom I love,
Where you feed your flock,
Where you make it rest at noon.
For why should I be as one who [a]veils herself
By the flocks of your companions?

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Footnotes

  1. Song of Solomon 1:7 LXX, Syr., Vg. wanders

Tell me, you (A)whom my soul loves,
    where you (B)pasture your flock,
    where you make it (C)lie down at noon;
for why should I be like one who veils herself
    beside the flocks of your (D)companions?

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