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.
11 Bride to Groom: Reveal to me, you whom my soul loves, where you pasture, where you recline at midday, lest I begin to wander after the flocks of your companions.
12 Groom to Bride: If you yourself do not know, O most beautiful among women, then go out and follow after the steps of the flocks, and pasture your young goats beside the tabernacles of the shepherds.
13 O my love, I have compared you to my company of horsemen against the chariots of Pharaoh.
14 Your cheeks are beautiful, like those of a turtledove. Your neck is like a bejeweled collar.