4 Chorus to Bride: We will run after you in the odor of your perfumes.
5 Bride to Chorus: The king has led me into his storerooms.
6 Chorus to Bride: We will exult and rejoice in you, remembering your breasts above wine.
7 Groom to Bride: The righteous love you.
8 Bride to Chorus: O daughters of Jerusalem: I am black, but shapely, like the tabernacles of Kedar, like the tents of Solomon.
9 Do not be concerned that I am dark, for the sun has changed my color.
10 The sons of my mother have fought against me. They have made me the keeper of the vineyards. My own vineyard I have not kept.