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.
10 How lovely are your cheeks;your earrings set them afire!How lovely is your neck,enhanced by a string of jewels.
11 We will make for you earrings of goldand beads of silver.
12 The king is lying on his couch,enchanted by the fragrance of my perfume.