6 Do not gaze at me because I am dark, because the sun has looked on me. My mother’s sons were angry with me and made me keeper of the vineyards; my very own vineyard I have not kept.
7 Tell me, the one my soul loves, where you graze your flock, where you make it lie down at noon? Why should I be as one veiled beside the flocks of your companions?
8 If you yourself do not know, O most beautiful among women, go out yourself in the footsteps of the flock and graze your kids by the shepherds’ tents.
9 I compare you, my darling, to my mare among Pharaoh’s chariots.
10 Your cheeks are lovely with ornaments, your neck with strings of beads.
11 Ornaments of gold we will make for you with spangles of silver.
12 While the king is on his couch, my nard spreads its fragrance.