3 The fragrance of your perfume is intoxicating; your name is perfume poured out. No wonder young women adore you.
4 Take me with you — let us hurry.Oh, that the king would bring me to his chambers.We will rejoice and be glad for you;we will praise your love more than wine.It is only right that they adore you.
5 Daughters of Jerusalem, I am dark like the tents of Kedar, yet lovely like the curtains of Solomon.
6 Do not stare at me because I am dark,for the sun has gazed on me.My mother’s sons were angry with me; they made me a keeper of the vineyards. I have not kept my own vineyard.
7 Tell me, you, the one I love: Where do you pasture your sheep? Where do you let them rest at noon? Why should I be like one who veils herself beside the flocks of your companions?
8 If you do not know,most beautiful of women, follow the tracks of the flock,and pasture your young goatsnear the shepherds’ tents.
9 I compare you, my darling, to a mare among Pharaoh’s chariots.