7
Tell me, you, the one I love: Where do you pasture your sheep? Where do you let them rest at noon? Why should I be like one who veils herself[a][b] beside the flocks of your companions?
5
Daughters of Jerusalem, I am dark like the tents of Kedar, yet lovely like the curtains of Solomon.
6
Do not stare at me because I am dark, for the sun has gazed on me. My mother's sons were angry with me; they made me a keeper of the vineyards. I have not kept my own vineyard.
7
Tell me, you, the one I love: Where do you pasture your sheep? Where do you let them rest at noon? Why should I be like one who veils herself beside the flocks of your companions?
8
If you do not know, most beautiful of women, follow the tracks of the flock, and pasture your young goats near the shepherds' tents.
9
I compare you, my darling, to a mare among Pharaoh's chariots.