Song of Songs 1:7 - 1:8

Tell me, O you whom my soul loves,

Where do you shepherd your flock,

Where do you make it lie down at noon?

For why should I be like one who veils herself

Beside the flocks of your companions?”

“If you yourself do not know,

Most beautiful among women,

Go forth on the trail of the flock

And pasture your young goats

By the dwellings of the shepherds.