I am dark, but fair of form, O daughters of Jerusalem, as the tents of Kedar, as the curtains of Solomon.

Let not your eyes be turned on me, because I am dark, because I was looked on by the sun; my mother's children were angry with me; they made me the keeper of the vine-gardens; but my vine-garden I have not kept.

I am a rose of Sharon, a flower of the valleys.

Make me strong with wine-cakes, let me be comforted with apples; I am overcome with love.

My loved one is mine, and I am his: he takes his food among the flowers.

I am sleeping, but my heart is awake; it is the sound of my loved one at the door, saying, Be open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my very beautiful one; my head is wet with dew, and my hair with the drops of the night.

I say to you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if you see my loved one, what will you say to him? That I am overcome with love.

I am for my loved one, and my loved one is for me; he takes food among the lilies.

I am for my loved one, and his desire is for me.

I am a wall, and my breasts are like towers; then was I in his eyes as one to whom good chance had come.