Song of Solomon 1:6-16

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.

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

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

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

¹⁵Behold, thou art fair, my love; Behold, thou art fair: thine eyes are doves.

¹⁶Behold, thou art fair, my beloved, yea, pleasant; Also our bed is green.