Dark am I, yet lovely,1 O daughters of Jerusalem,2 dark like the tents of Kedar,3 like the tent curtains of Solomon.a6
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;4 my own vineyard I have neglected.
Tell me, you whom I love, where you graze your flock and where you rest your sheep5 at midday. Why should I be like a veiled6 woman beside the flocks of your friends?
I liken you, my darling, to a mare harnessed to one of the chariots8 of Pharaoh.
Your cheeks9 are beautiful with earrings, your neck with strings of jewels.1011
We will make you earrings of gold, studded with silver.
While the king was at his table, my perfume spread its fragrance.1113
My lover is to me a sachet of myrrh12 resting between my breasts.
My lover13 is to me a cluster of henna14 blossoms from the vineyards of En Gedi.15