Song of Songs 1:6-14

6Don’t stare at me because I am dark— the sun has darkened my skin. My brothers were angry with me; they forced me to care for their vineyards, so I couldn’t care for myself—my own vineyard.

7Tell me, my love, where are you leading your flock today? Where will you rest your sheep at noon? For why should I wander like a prostitute among your friends and their flocks?

8If you don’t know, O most beautiful woman, follow the trail of my flock, and graze your young goats by the shepherds’ tents.

9You are as exciting, my darling, as a mare among Pharaoh’s stallions.

10How lovely are your cheeks; your earrings set them afire! How lovely is your neck, enhanced by a string of jewels.

11We will make for you earrings of gold and beads of silver.

12The king is lying on his couch, enchanted by the fragrance of my perfume.

13My lover is like a sachet of myrrh lying between my breasts.

14He is like a bouquet of sweet henna blossoms from the vineyards of En-gedi.