If you yourself do not know, most beautiful among women, go out yourself in the footsteps of the flock. And feed your kids beside the dwellings of the shepherds.
I adjure you by the gazelles, or by the does of the field, O daughters of Jerusalem, that you not stir up, and that you not awaken my Love until it pleases.
For He comes up before Him as a shoot, and as a root out of dry ground. He has no form and no majesty that we should see Him, and not an appearance that we should desire Him.
And the Word became flesh and tabernacled among us. And we beheld His glory, glory as of an only begotten One from the Father, full of grace and of truth.