Song of Solomon 1:6-16

⁶Look 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.

⁷Tell 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?

⁸If 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.

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

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

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

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

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

¹⁴My beloved is unto me as a cluster of henna-flowers In the vineyards of En-gedi.

¹⁵Behold, thou art fair, my love; Behold thou art fair; Thine eyes are as doves.

¹⁶Behold, thou art fair, my beloved, yea, pleasant: Also our couch is green.