5Regard ye me not because I am blacke: for the sunne hath looked vpon mee. The sonnes of my mother were angry against mee: they made me the keeper of ye vines: but I kept not mine owne vine.
6Shewe me, O thou, whome my soule loueth, where thou feedest, where thou liest at noone: for why should I be as she that turneth aside to the flockes of thy companions?
7If thou knowe not, O thou the fairest among women, get thee foorth by the steps of the flocke, and feede thy kiddes by the tents of the shepheards.
8I haue compared thee, O my loue, to the troupe of horses in the charets of Pharaoh.
9Thy cheekes are comely with rowes of stones, and thy necke with chaines.
10We will make thee borders of golde with studdes of siluer.