3 Because of the savor of thy good ointmentsthy name is as ointment poured forth,therefore do the virgins love thee.
4 Draw me, we will run after thee:the King hath brought me into his chambers:we will be glad and rejoice in thee,we will remember thy love more than wine:the upright love thee.
5 I am black, but comely, O ye daughters of Jerusalem,as the tents of Kedar,as the curtains of Solomon.
6 Look 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 mine own vineyard have I not kept.
7 Tell 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 asideby the flocks of thy companions?
8 If thou know not, O thou fairest among women,go thy way forth by the footsteps of the flock,and feed thy kids beside the shepherds' tents.
9 I have compared thee, O my love,to a company of horses in Pharaoh's chariots.