Song of Solomon 1:5-9

⁵Black am I, yet comely, O daughters of Jerusalem, like the tents of Kedar, like the curtains of Solomon.

⁶Look not so at me, because I am somewhat black, because the sun hath looked fiercely at me: my mother's children were angry with me; they appointed me to be keeper of the vineyards; but my vineyard, which is my own, have I not kept.—

⁷Tell me, O thou whom my soul loveth, where thou feedest? where lettest thou thy flock rest at noon? for why should I appear like a veiled mourner by the flocks of thy companions?—

⁸If thou knowest this not, O thou fairest of women, go but forth in the footsteps of the flock, and feed thy kids around the shepherds' dwellings.—

⁹Unto the horse in Pharaoh's chariot do I compare thee, my beloved.