4
"Draw me after you and let us run together! The king has brought me into his chambers." "We will rejoice in you and be glad; We will extol your lovemorethanwine. Rightly do they love you."
6
"Do not stare at me because I am swarthy, For the sun has burned me. My mother'ssons were angry with me; They made me caretaker of the vineyards, But I have not takencare of my own vineyard.
7
"Tell me, O you whom my soulloves, Where do you pasture your flock, Where do you make it liedown at noon? For why should I be like one who veils herself Beside the flocks of your companions?"
8
"If you yourself do not know, Most beautiful among women, Goforth on the trail of the flock And pasture your younggoats By the tents of the shepherds.