6Look not upon me, because I am black; Because the sun hath looked upon me. My mother's children were angry with me: They made me keeper of the vineyards; Mine own vineyard have I not kept.
7Tell me, thou whom my soul loveth, Where thou feedest thy flock, Where thou makest it to rest at noon; For why should I be as one veiled Beside the flocks of thy companions?
8If thou know not, thou fairest among women, Go thy way forth by the footsteps of the flock, And feed thy kids beside the shepherds' booths.
9I compare thee, my love, To a steed in Pharaoh's chariots.
10Thy cheeks are comely with bead-rows, Thy neck with ornamental chains.
11We will make thee bead-rows of gold With studs of silver.