Song of Solomon 1:3-6

³And the smell of thine ointments is better than all spices: Thy name is ointment poured forth; Therefore do the young maidens love thee.

⁴They have drawn thee: We will run after thee, for the smell of thine ointments: The king has brought me into his closet: Let us rejoice and be glad in thee; We will love thy breasts more than wine: Righteousness loves thee.

⁵I am black, but beautiful, Ye daughters of Jerusalem, As the tents of Kedar, as the curtains of Solomon.

⁶Look not upon me, because I am dark, Because the sun has looked unfavorably upon me: My mother’s sons strove with me; They made me keeper in the vineyards; I have not kept my own vineyard.