3 How fragrant your cologne;your name is like its spreading fragrance.No wonder all the young women love you!
4 Take me with you; come, let’s run!The king has brought me into his bedroom.How happy we are for you, O king.We praise your love even more than wine.How right they are to adore you.
5 I am dark but beautiful,O women of Jerusalem—dark as the tents of Kedar,dark as the curtains of Solomon’s tents.
6 Don’t stare at me because I am dark—the sun has darkened my skin.My brothers were angry with me;they forced me to care for their vineyards,so I couldn’t care for myself—my own vineyard.
7 Tell me, my love, where are you leading your flock today?Where will you rest your sheep at noon?For why should I wander like a prostituteamong your friends and their flocks?
8 If you don’t know, O most beautiful woman,follow the trail of my flock,and graze your young goats by the shepherds’ tents.
9 You are as exciting, my darling,as a mare among Pharaoh’s stallions.