Song of Solomon 1:5-12

⁵Do not consider me that I am brown, because the sun hath altered my colour: the sons of my mother have fought against me, they have made me the keeper in the vineyards: my vineyard I have not kept.

⁶Shew me, O thou whom my soul loveth, where thou feedest, where thou liest in the midday, lest I begin to wander after the flocks of thy companions.

⁷If thou know not thyself, O fairest among women, go forth, and follow after the steps of the flocks, and feed thy kids beside the tents of the shepherds.

⁸To my company of horsemen, in Pharao’s chariots, have I likened thee, O my love.

⁹Thy cheeks are beautiful as the turtledove’s, thy neck as jewels.

¹⁰We will make thee chains of gold, inlaid with silver.

¹¹While the king was at his repose, my spikenard sent forth the odour thereof.

¹²A bundle of myrrh is my beloved to me, he shall abide between my breasts.