Song of Songs 1:5-13

⁵I'm black, but I'm beautiful, women of Jerusalem, like the tents of Kedar, like the curtains of Solomon.

⁶Don'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.

⁷My 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?

⁸If 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.

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

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

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

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

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