Take me away with you--let us hurry! Let the king bring me into his chambers.1 We rejoice and delight2 in youa; we will praise your love3 more than wine. How right they are to adore you!
Dark am I, yet lovely,4 O daughters of Jerusalem,5 dark like the tents of Kedar,6 like the tent curtains of Solomon.b6
Do not stare at me because I am dark, because I am darkened by the sun. My mother's sons were angry with me and made me take care of the vineyards;7 my own vineyard I have neglected.
Tell me, you whom I love, where you graze your flock and where you rest your sheep8 at midday. Why should I be like a veiled9 woman beside the flocks of your friends?