9I compare thee, my love, To a steed in Pharaoh's chariots.
9I compare thee, my love, To a steed in Pharaoh's chariots.
6 Look not upon me, because I am black; Because the sun hath looked upon me. My mother's children were angry with me: They made me keeper of the vineyards; Mine own vineyard have I not kept.
7 Tell me, thou whom my soul loveth, Where thou feedest thy flock, Where thou makest it to rest at noon; For why should I be as one veiled Beside the flocks of thy companions?
8 If thou know not, thou fairest among women, Go thy way forth by the footsteps of the flock, And feed thy kids beside the shepherds' booths.
9 I compare thee, my love, To a steed in Pharaoh's chariots.
10 Thy cheeks are comely with bead-rows, Thy neck with ornamental chains.
11 We will make thee bead-rows of gold With studs of silver.
1:9I have compared thee, O my love, to a company of horses in Pharaoh’s chariots.
1:9I liken you, my darling, to a mare harnessed to one of the chariots of Pharaoh.
1:9To my company of horsemen, in Pharao's chariots, have I likened thee, O my love.
1:9I have compared thee, O my love, To a steed in Pharaoh's chariots.
1:9I have compared thee, O my love, to a steed in Pharaoh's chariots.
1:9I have compared thee, O my love, to a company of horses in Pharaoh's chariots.
1:9I have compared you, my love, to a steed in Pharaoh's chariots.
1:9To my joyous one in chariots of Pharaoh, I have compared thee, my friend,
1:9I have compared you, O my love, to a company of horses in Pharaoh's chariots.