Song of Solomon 1:6-13 in English

⁶ Look not upon me, because I am swarthy, Because the sun hath scorched me. My mother’s sons were incensed against me; They made me keeper of the vineyards; But mine own vineyard have I not kept.

⁷ Tell me, O 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 that is veiled Beside the flocks of thy companions?

⁸ If thou know not, O thou fairest among women, Go thy way forth by the footsteps of the flock, And feed thy kids beside the shepherds’ tents.

⁹ I have compared thee, O my love, To a steed in Pharaoh’s chariots.

¹⁰ Thy cheeks are comely with plaits of hair, Thy neck with strings of jewels.

¹¹ We will make thee plaits of gold With studs of silver.

¹² While the king sat at his table, My spikenard sent forth its fragrance.

¹³ My beloved is unto me as a bundle of myrrh, That lieth betwixt my breasts.

⁶ Look not upon me, because I am dark, because the sun has looked unfavourably upon me: my mother's sons strove with me; they made me keeper in the vineyards; I have not kept my own vineyard.

⁷ Tell me, thou whom my soul loves, where thou tendest thy flock, where thou causest them to rest at noon, lest I become as one that is veiled by the flocks of thy companions.

⁸ If thou know not thyself, thou fair one among women, go thou forth by the footsteps of the flocks, and feed thy kids by the shepherds' tents.

⁹ I have likened thee, my companion, to my horses in the chariots of Pharao.

¹⁰ How are thy cheeks beautiful as those of a dove, thy neck as chains!

¹¹ We will make thee figures of gold with studs of silver.

¹² So long as the king was at table, my spikenard gave forth its smell.

¹³ My kinsman is to me a bundle of myrrh; he shall lie between my breasts.

⁶ Look 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 the keeper of the vineyards; but mine own vineyard have I not kept.

⁷ Tell me, O thou whom my soul loveth, where thou feedest, where thou makest thy flock to rest at noon: for why should I be as one that turneth aside by the flocks of thy companions?

⁸ If thou know not, O thou fairest among women, go thy way forth by the footsteps of the flock, and feed thy kids beside the shepherds’ tents.

⁹ I have compared thee, O my love, to a company of horses in Pharaoh’s chariots.

¹⁰ Thy cheeks are comely with rows of jewels, thy neck with chains of gold.

¹¹ We will make thee borders of gold with studs of silver.

¹² While the king sitteth at his table, my spikenard sendeth forth the smell thereof.

¹³ A bundle of myrrh is my wellbeloved unto me; he shall lie all night betwixt my breasts.

⁶ Look 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 the keeper of the vineyards; but mine own vineyard have I not kept.

⁷ Tell me, O thou whom my soul loveth, where thou feedest, where thou makest thy flock to rest at noon: for why should I be as one that turneth aside by the flocks of thy companions?

⁸ If thou know not, O thou fairest among women, go thy way forth by the footsteps of the flock, and feed thy kids beside the shepherds’ tents.

⁹ I have compared thee, O my love, to a company of horses in Pharaoh’s chariots.

¹⁰ Thy cheeks are comely with rows of jewels, thy neck with chains of gold.

¹¹ We will make thee borders of gold with studs of silver.

¹² While the king sitteth at his table, my spikenard sendeth forth the smell thereof.

¹³ A bundle of myrrh is my wellbeloved unto me; he shall lie all night betwixt my breasts.

⁶ Look not upon me, because I am dark, because the sun has looked unfavourably upon me: my mother's sons strove with me; they made me keeper in the vineyards; I have not kept my own vineyard.

⁷ Tell me, you whom my soul loves, where you tend your flock, where you cause them to rest at noon, lest I become as one that is veiled by the flocks of your companions.

⁸ If you know not yourself, you fair one among women, go you forth by the footsteps of the flocks, and feed your kids by the shepherd's tents.

⁹ I have likened you, my companion, to my horses in the chariots of Pharao.

¹⁰ How are your cheeks beautiful as those of a dove, your neck as chains!

¹¹ We will make you figures of gold with studs of silver.

¹² So long as the king was at table, my spikenard gave forth its smell.

¹³ My kinsman is to me a bundle of myrrh; he shall lie between my breasts.

⁶ Look not upon me, because I am swarthy, because the sun hath scorched me. My mother’s sons were incensed against me, they made me keeper of the vineyards; but mine own vineyard have I not kept.

⁷ Tell me, O 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 that is veiled beside the flocks of thy companions?

⁸ If thou know not, O thou fairest among women, go thy way forth by the footsteps of the flock, and feed thy kids beside the shepherds’ tents.

⁹ I have compared thee, O my love, to a steed in Pharaoh’s chariots.

¹⁰ Thy cheeks are comely with plaits of hair, thy neck with strings of jewels

¹¹ We will make thee plaits of gold with studs of silver.

¹² While the king sat at his table, my spikenard sent forth its fragrance.

¹³ My beloved is unto me as a bundle of myrrh, that lieth betwixt my breasts.

⁶ But do not stare at me because of the sun having caused my skin to become dark; my brothers were angry with me, so they forced me to work out in the sunshine in the vineyards, so I was not able to take good care of my body/skin CHI, MET.

⁷ You whom I SYN love, where will you take your flock of sheep today? Where will you allow them to rest at noontime? I want to know because it is not right RHQ for me to wander around like a prostitute looking for you among the flocks that belong to your friends.

⁸ You who are the most beautiful of all the women, if you search for me and do not know where I will take my sheep, follow the tracks/footprints of the sheep. Then allow your young goats to ◄graze/eat grass► near the shepherds' tents.

⁹ You are beautiful, my darling, like the young female horse that pulls the chariot of the king of Egypt.

¹⁰ Your cheeks are decorated with jewelry, and there are strings of beads/pearls around your neck.

¹¹ We will make for you some gold earrings that are decorated/inlaid with silver.

¹² While the king was on his couch, the smell of my perfume spread around the room.

¹³ The man who loves me is as delightful as MET a ◄sachet/small cloth bag► of myrrh between my breasts.

⁶ Look not upon me, because I am dark, because the sun has looked unfavourably upon me: my mother's sons strove with me; they made me keeper in the vineyards; I have not kept my own vineyard.

⁷ Tell me, you whom my soul loves, where you tend your flock, where you cause them to rest at noon, lest I become as one that is veiled by the flocks of your companions.

⁸ If you know not yourself, you fair one amongst women, go you forth by the footsteps of the flocks, and feed your kids by the shepherd's tents.

⁹ I have likened you, my companion, to my horses in the chariots of Pharao.

¹⁰ How are your cheeks beautiful as those of a dove, your neck as chains!

¹¹ We will make you figures of gold with studs of silver.

¹² So long as the king was at table, my spikenard gave forth its smell.

¹³ My kinsman is to me a bundle of myrrh; he shall lie between my breasts.

⁶ Don’t stare at me because I am dark, because the sun has scorched me. My mother’s sons were angry with me. They made me keeper of the vineyards. I haven’t kept my own vineyard.

⁷ Tell me, you whom my soul loves, where you graze your flock, where you rest them at noon; for why should I be as one who is veiled beside the flocks of your companions?

⁸ If you don’t know, most beautiful among women, follow the tracks of the sheep. Graze your young goats beside the shepherds’ tents.

⁹ I have compared you, my love, to a steed in Pharaoh’s chariots.

¹⁰ Your cheeks are beautiful with earrings, your neck with strings of jewels.

¹¹ We will make you earrings of gold, with studs of silver.

¹² While the king sat at his table, my perfume spread its fragrance.

¹³ My beloved is to me a sachet of myrrh, that lies between my breasts.

⁶ Don’t stare at me because I am dark, because the sun has scorched me. My mother’s sons were angry with me. They made me keeper of the vineyards. I haven’t kept my own vineyard.

⁷ Tell me, you whom my soul loves, where you graze your flock, where you rest them at noon; for why should I be as one who is veiled beside the flocks of your companions?

⁸ If you don’t know, most beautiful among women, follow the tracks of the sheep. Graze your young goats beside the shepherds’ tents.

⁹ I have compared you, my love, to a steed in Pharaoh’s chariots.

¹⁰ Your cheeks are beautiful with earrings, your neck with strings of jewels.

¹¹ We will make you earrings of gold, with studs of silver.

¹² While the king sat at his table, my perfume spread its fragrance.

¹³ My beloved is to me a sachet of myrrh, that lies between my breasts.

⁶ Don’t stare at me because I am dark, because the sun has scorched me. My mother’s sons were angry with me. They made me keeper of the vineyards. I haven’t kept my own vineyard.

⁷ Tell me, you whom my soul loves, where you graze your flock, where you rest them at noon; for why should I be as one who is veiled beside the flocks of your companions?

⁸ If you don’t know, most beautiful amongst women, follow the tracks of the sheep. Graze your young goats beside the shepherds’ tents.

⁹ I have compared you, my love, to a steed in Pharaoh’s chariots.

¹⁰ Your cheeks are beautiful with earrings, your neck with strings of jewels.

¹¹ We will make you earrings of gold, with studs of silver.

¹² While the king sat at his table, my perfume spread its fragrance.

¹³ My beloved is to me a sachet of myrrh, that lies between my breasts.

⁶ Let not your eyes be turned on me, because I am dark, because I was looked on by the sun; my mother's children were angry with me; they made me the keeper of the vine-gardens; but my vine-garden I have not kept.

⁷ Say, O love of my soul, where you give food to your flock, and where you make them take their rest in the heat of the day; why have I to be as one wandering by the flocks of your friends?

⁸ If you have not knowledge, O most beautiful among women, go on your way in the footsteps of the flock, and give your young goats food by the tents of the keepers.

⁹ I have made a comparison of you, O my love, to a horse in Pharaoh's carriages.

¹⁰ Your face is a delight with rings of hair, your neck with chains of jewels.

¹¹ We will make you chains of gold with ornaments of silver.

¹² While the king is seated at his table, my spices send out their perfume.

¹³ As a bag of myrrh is my well-loved one to me, when he is at rest all night between my breasts.

⁶ Look 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.

⁷ Tell 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?

⁸ If 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.

⁹ I compare thee, my love, To a steed in Pharaoh's chariots.

¹⁰ Thy cheeks are comely with bead-rows, Thy neck with ornamental chains.

¹¹ We will make thee bead-rows of gold With studs of silver.

¹² While the king is at his table, My spikenard sendeth forth its fragrance.

¹³ A bundle of myrrh is my beloved unto me; He shall pass the night between my breasts.

⁶ Shew 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.

⁷ If 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.

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

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

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

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

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

¹³ A cluster of cypress my love is to me, in the vineyards of Engaddi.

⁶ Don't look down on me because I'm black, because the sun has burned me. My brothers were angry with me and made me look after the vineyards, so I couldn't look after my own vineyard.

⁷ My love, please tell me where you're taking your flock. Where will you rest them at noon? For why should I have to wear a veil while looking for you among the flocks of your companions?

⁸ If you really don't know, you who are more beautiful than any other woman, then follow the tracks of my flock, and let your goats graze near the shepherd's tents.

⁹ My darling, to me you're like a mare among Pharaoh's horses that pull his chariots,

¹⁰ Your beautiful cheeks adorned with ornaments, your neck with strings of jewels.

¹¹ Let's make you some gold ornaments inlaid with silver.

¹² As the king lay on his couch, my nard perfume gave off its fragrance.

¹³ My love is like a pouch of myrrh, lying all night between my breasts.

⁶ Shewe 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?

⁷ If 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.

⁸ I haue compared thee, O my loue, to the troupe of horses in the charets of Pharaoh.

⁹ Thy cheekes are comely with rowes of stones, and thy necke with chaines.

¹⁰ We will make thee borders of golde with studdes of siluer.

¹¹ Whiles the King was at his repast, my spikenard gaue the smelll thereof.

¹² My welbeloued is as a bundle of myrrhe vnto me: he shall lie betweene my breasts.

¹³ My welbeloued is as a cluster of camphire vnto me in the vines of Engedi.

⁶ Look not upon me, that I am swarthy, that the sun hath tanned me; my mother's sons were incensed against me, they made me keeper of the vineyards; but mine own vineyard have I not kept.'

⁷ Tell me, O thou whom my soul loveth, where thou feedest, where thou makest thy flock to rest at noon; for why should I be as one that veileth herself beside the flocks of thy companions?

⁸ If thou know not, O thou fairest among women, go thy way forth by the footsteps of the flock and feed thy kids, beside the shepherds' tents.

⁹ I have compared thee, O my love, to a steed in Pharaoh's chariots.

¹⁰ Thy cheeks are comely with circlets, thy neck with beads.

¹¹ We will make thee circlets of gold with studs of silver.

¹² While the king sat at his table, my spikenard sent forth its fragrance.

¹³ My beloved is unto me as a bag of myrrh, that lieth betwixt my breasts.

⁶ Look 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 the keeper of the vineyards; But mine own vineyard have I not kept.

⁷ Tell me, O thou whom my soul loveth, Where thou feedest, where thou makest thy flock to rest at noon: For why should I be as one that turneth aside by the flocks of thy companions?

⁸ If thou know not, O thou fairest among women, Go thy way forth by the footsteps of the flock, And feed thy kids beside the shepherds’ tents.

⁹ I have compared thee, O my love, To a company of horses in Pharaoh’s chariots.

¹⁰ Thy cheeks are comely with rows of jewels, Thy neck with chains of gold.

¹¹ We will make thee borders of gold With studs of silver.

¹² While the king sitteth at his table, My spikenard sendeth forth the smell thereof.

¹³ A bundle of myrrh is my well-beloved unto me; He shall lie all night betwixt my breasts.

⁶ Look 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.—

⁷ Tell 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?—

⁸ If 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.—

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

¹⁰ Comely are thy cheeks between strings of pearls, thy neck with rows of jewels.

¹¹ Chains of gold will we make for thee with studs of silver.—

¹² While the king sitteth at his table, my spikenard sendeth forth its pleasant smell.

¹³ A bundle of myrrh is my friend unto me, that resteth on my bosom.

⁶ Look 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.

⁷ Tell me, thou whom my soul loves, Where thou tendest thy flock, where thou causest them to rest at noon, Lest I become as one that is veiled by the flocks of thy companions.

⁸ If thou know not thyself, thou fair one among women, Go thou forth by the footsteps of the flocks, And feed thy kids by the shepherds’ tents.

⁹ I have likened thee, my companion, To my horses in the chariots of Pharaoh.

¹⁰ How are thy cheeks beautiful as those of a dove, Thy neck as chains!

¹¹ We will make thee figures of gold With studs of silver.

¹² So long as the king was at table, My spikenard gave forth its smell.

¹³ My kinsman is to me a bundle of myrrh; He shall lie between my breasts.

⁶ Gaze not upon me because I am black, Because the sun hath looked upon me! My mother's sons were angry with me; They made me keeper of the vineyards; My vineyard, my own, have I not kept.

⁷ Tell me, thou whom my soul loveth, where thou feedest thy flock, Where thou leadest it to rest at noon; For why should I be like a veiled one by the flocks of thy companions?

⁸ Lad. If thou know not, O thou fairest among women, Trace thou thy way by the tracks of the flock, And feed thy kids beside the shepherds' tents!

⁹ Lov. To the horses in the chariots of Pharaoh Do I compare thee, my love!

¹⁰ Comely are thy cheeks with rows of jewels, Thy neck with strings of pearls.

¹¹ Golden chains will we make for thee, With studs of silver.

¹² M. While the king reclineth at his table, My spikenard sendeth forth its fragrance.

¹³ A bunch of myrrh is my beloved to me; He shall abide between my breasts.

⁶ Do not stare at me because I am dark, because the sun has scorched me. My mother's sons were angry with me; they made me keeper of the vineyards, but my own vineyard I have not kept.

⁷ Tell me, you whom my soul loves, where do you feed your flock? Where do you rest your flock at noontime? Why should I be like someone who wanders beside the flocks of your companions?

⁸ If you do not know, most beautiful among women, follow the tracks of my flock, and pasture your young goats near the shepherds' tents.

⁹ I compare you, my love, to a mare among Pharaoh's chariot horses.

¹⁰ Your cheeks are beautiful with ornaments, your neck with strings of jewels.

¹¹ We will make for you gold ornaments with silver studs.

¹² While the king lay on his couch, my nard emitted its fragrance.

¹³ My beloved is to me like a bag of myrrh that spends the night lying between my breasts.

⁶ Don’t stare at me because I am dark, because the sun has scorched me. My mother’s sons were angry with me. They made me keeper of the vineyards. I haven’t kept my own vineyard.

⁷ Tell me, you whom my soul loves, where you graze your flock, where you rest them at noon; for why should I be as one who is veiled beside the flocks of your companions?

⁸ If you don’t know, most beautiful among women, follow the tracks of the sheep. Graze your young goats beside the shepherds’ tents.

⁹ I have compared you, my love, to a steed in Pharaoh’s chariots.

¹⁰ Your cheeks are beautiful with earrings, your neck with strings of jewels.

¹¹ We will make you earrings of gold, with studs of silver.

¹² While the king sat at his table, my perfume spread its fragrance.

¹³ My beloved is to me a sachet of myrrh, that lies between my breasts.

⁶ Don’t stare at me because I am dark, because the sun has scorched me. My mother’s sons were angry with me. They made me keeper of the vineyards. I haven’t kept my own vineyard.

⁷ Tell me, you whom my soul loves, where you graze your flock, where you rest them at noon; for why should I be as one who is veiled beside the flocks of your companions?

⁸ If you don’t know, most beautiful amongst women, follow the tracks of the sheep. Graze your young goats beside the shepherds’ tents.

⁹ I have compared you, my love, to a steed in Pharaoh’s chariots.

¹⁰ Your cheeks are beautiful with earrings, your neck with strings of jewels.

¹¹ We will make you earrings of gold, with studs of silver.

¹² While the king sat at his table, my perfume spread its fragrance.

¹³ My beloved is to me a sachet of myrrh, that lies between my breasts.

⁶ Look 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 the keeper of the vineyards; but my own vineyard have I not kept.

⁷ Tell me, O thou whom my soul loveth, where thou feedest, where thou makest thy flock to rest at noon: for why should I be as one that turneth aside by the flocks of thy companions?

⁸ If thou knowest not, O thou fairest among women, go forth by the footsteps of the flock, and feed thy kids beside the shepherds tents.

⁹ I have compared thee, O my love, to a company of horses in Pharaoh's chariots.

¹⁰ Thy cheeks are comely with rows of jewels , thy neck with chains of gold .

¹¹ We will make for thee borders of gold with studs of silver.

¹² While the king sitteth at his table, my spikenard sendeth forth its smell.

¹³ A bundle of myrrh is my well beloved to me; he shall lie all night betwixt my breasts.

⁶ Don’t stare at me because I am dark, because the sun has scorched me. My mother’s sons were angry with me. They made me keeper of the vineyards. I haven’t kept my own vineyard.

⁷ Tell me, you whom my soul loves, where you graze your flock, where you rest them at noon; for why should I be as one who is veiled beside the flocks of your companions?

⁸ If you don’t know, most beautiful among women, follow the tracks of the sheep. Graze your young goats beside the shepherds’ tents.

⁹ I have compared you, my love, to a steed in Pharaoh’s chariots.

¹⁰ Your cheeks are beautiful with earrings, your neck with strings of jewels.

¹¹ We will make you earrings of gold, with studs of silver.

¹² While the king sat at his table, my perfume spread its fragrance.

¹³ My beloved is to me a sachet of myrrh, that lies between my breasts.

⁶ Don’t stare at me because I am dark, because the sun has scorched me. My mother’s sons were angry with me. They made me keeper of the vineyards. I haven’t kept my own vineyard.

⁷ Tell me, you whom my soul loves, where you graze your flock, where you rest them at noon; for why should I be as one who is veiled beside the flocks of your companions?

⁸ If you don’t know, most beautiful amongst women, follow the tracks of the sheep. Graze your young goats beside the shepherds’ tents.

⁹ I have compared you, my love, to a steed in Pharaoh’s chariots.

¹⁰ Your cheeks are beautiful with earrings, your neck with strings of jewels.

¹¹ We will make you earrings of gold, with studs of silver.

¹² While the king sat at his table, my perfume spread its fragrance.

¹³ My beloved is to me a sachet of myrrh, that lies between my breasts.

⁶ Do not ye behold me, that I am black, for the sun hath discoloured me; the sons of my mother fought against me, they set me a keeper in vineries; I kept not my vinery.

⁷ Thou spouse, whom my soul loveth, show to me, where thou pasturest, where thou restest in mid-day; lest I begin to wander, after the flocks of thy fellows.

⁸ A! thou fairest among women, if thou knowest not thyself, go thou out, and go forth after the steps of thy flocks; and feed thy kids, beside the tabernacles of shepherds.

⁹ My love, I likened thee to mine host of knights in the chariots of Pharaoh.

¹⁰ Thy cheeks be fair, as of a turtle; thy neck is as brooches.

¹¹ We shall make to thee golden ornaments, parted and made diverse with silver.

¹² When the king was in his resting place, my nard gave his odour.

¹³ My darling is a bundle of myrrh to me; he shall dwell betwixt my teats.

⁶ Do not ye behold me, that I am black, for the sun hath discoloured me; the sons of my mother fought against me, they set me a keeper in vineries; I kept not my vinery. (Do not ye look down upon me, because I am black, for the sun hath coloured me, that is, it hath tanned me; the sons of my mother fought against me, and they made me the guardian of the vineyards; and so I could not look after my own vineyard.)

⁷ Thou spouse, whom my soul loveth, show to me, where thou pasturest, (yea), where thou restest in midday; lest I begin to wander, after the flocks of thy fellows.

⁸ A! thou fairest among women, if thou knowest not thyself, go thou out, and go forth after the steps of thy flocks; and feed thy kids, beside the tabernacles of shepherds. (O thou most beautiful among women! if thou thyself knowest not, go thou out, and go forth after the steps of thy flocks; and feed thy goat kids, beside the shepherds’ tents.)

⁹ My love, I likened thee to mine host of knights in the chariots of Pharaoh. (My love, I would liken thee to Pharaoh’s army of chariot drivers.)

¹⁰ Thy cheeks be fair, as of a turtle; thy neck is as brooches. (Thy cheeks be beautiful, like a turtledove; thy neck is adorned with jewels.)

¹¹ We shall make to thee golden ornaments, parted and made diverse with silver. (We shall make golden ornaments for thee, set with silver beads.)

¹² When the king was in his resting place, my nard gave his odour. (While the king lieth on his couch, my spikenard gave forth its aroma.)

¹³ My darling is a bundle of myrrh to me; he shall dwell betwixt my teats. (My darling is like a bundle of myrrh for me; and he shall rest between my breasts.)

⁶ Fear me not, because I am very dark, Because the sun hath scorched me, The sons of my mother were angry with me, They made me keeper of the vineyards, My vineyard — my own — I have not kept.

⁷ Declare to me, thou whom my soul hath loved, Where thou delightest, Where thou liest down at noon, For why am I as one veiled, By the ranks of thy companions?

⁸ If thou knowest not, O fair among women, Get thee forth by the traces of the flock, And feed thy kids by the shepherds' dwellings!

⁹ To my joyous one in chariots of Pharaoh, I have compared thee, my friend,

¹⁰ Comely have been thy cheeks with garlands, Thy neck with chains.

¹¹ Garlands of gold we do make for thee, With studs of silver!

¹² While the king is in his circle, My spikenard hath given its fragrance.

¹³ A bundle of myrrh is my beloved to me, Between my breasts it lodgeth.