Song of Songs 1:6-14

6Do not stare at me because I am dark, for the sun has gazed on me. My mother’s sons were angry with me; they made me take care of the vineyards. I have not taken care of my own vineyard.

7Tell me, you whom I love: Where do you pasture your sheep? Where do you let them rest at noon? Why should I be like one who veils herself beside the flocks of your companions?

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

9I compare you, my darling, to a mare among Pharaoh’s chariots.

10Your cheeks are beautiful with jewelry, your neck with its necklace.

11We will make gold jewelry for you, accented with silver.

12While the king is on his couch, my perfume releases its fragrance.

13The one I love is a sachet of myrrh to me, spending the night between my breasts.

14The one I love is a cluster of henna blossoms to me, in the vineyards of En-gedi.