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 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 had to neglect.
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?