Song of Songs 1:6-16

⁶Do not ye behold me, that I am black, for the sun hath discoloured me; the sons of my mother fought against me, they set me a keeper in vineries; I kept not my vinery.

⁷Thou spouse, whom my soul loveth, show to me, where thou pasturest, where thou restest in mid-day; lest I begin to wander, after the flocks of thy fellows.

⁸A! thou fairest among women, if thou knowest not thyself, go thou out, and go forth after the steps of thy flocks; and feed thy kids, beside the tabernacles of shepherds.

⁹My love, I likened thee to mine host of knights in the chariots of Pharaoh.

¹⁰Thy cheeks be fair, as of a turtle; thy neck is as brooches.

¹¹We shall make to thee golden ornaments, parted and made diverse with silver.

¹²When the king was in his resting place, my nard gave his odour.

¹³My darling is a bundle of myrrh to me; he shall dwell betwixt my teats.

¹⁴My darling is to me a cluster of cypress trees, among the vineries of Engedi.

¹⁵Lo! my love, thou art fair; lo! thou art fair, thine eyes be the eyes of culvers.

¹⁶Lo! my darling, thou art fair and shapely; our bed is fair as flowers.