Song of Songs 1:6-14

6Look not upon me, because I am black, because the sun hath looked upon me: my mother’s children were angry with me; they made me the keeper of the vineyards; but my own vineyard have I not kept.

7Tell me, O thou whom my soul loveth, where thou feedest, where thou makest thy flock to rest at noon: for why should I be as one that turneth aside by the flocks of thy companions?1 8If thou knowest not, O thou fairest among women, go forth by the footsteps of the flock, and feed thy kids beside the shepherds’ tents. 9I have compared thee, O my love, to a company of horses in Pharaoh’s chariots. 10Thy cheeks are comely with rows of jewels, thy neck with chains of gold . 11We will make for thee borders of gold with studs of silver.

12While the kingsitteth at his table, my spikenard sendeth forth its fragrance. 13A bundle of myrrh is my wellbeloved to me; he shall lie all night between my breasts. 14My beloved is to me as a cluster of henna flowers in the vineyards of Engedi.2