Song of Songs 1:6-13

⁶Do 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.

⁷Tell 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?

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

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

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

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

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

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