Song 1.7 |Flocks

Tell me about the spices one more time;
O thou whom the daughters of Jerusalem adore.
My soul loveth your sweet words
Where thou feedest, I want to feed,

Where thou makest thy flock to rest at noon.

For why should I be diminished,
As one that turneth aside from your way;
By the flocks of cruel shepherds.
Of thy companions, I seek to be fed.