Song of Songs 1:6-14

6Do not gaze at me because I am dark, because the sun has looked upon 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 you pasture your flock, where you make it lie down at noon; for why should I be like one who veils herself beside the flocks of your companions?

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

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

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

11We will make for you ornaments of gold, studded with silver.

12While the king was on his couch, my nard gave forth its fragrance.

13My beloved is to me a sachet of myrrh that lies between my breasts.

14My beloved is to me a cluster of henna blossoms in the vineyards of Engedi.