Song of Solomon 1:6-16

⁶Look 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.

⁷Tell 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.

⁸If 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.

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

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

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

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

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

¹⁴My kinsman is to me a cluster of camphor In the vineyards of Engedi.

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

¹⁶Behold, thou art fair, my kinsman, Yea, beautiful, overshadowing our bed.