SHESwarthy, I am but comely, ye daughters of Jerusalem. THEYLike the tents of Kedar, like the curtains of Solomon.

SHEDo not look on me, because, I, am so swarthy, because the sun hath scorched me, - My mother's sons, were angry with me, they set me to keep the vineyards, Mine own vineyard, have I not kept. --

SHEI am The meadow-saffron of Sharon, The lily of the valleys.

Sustain me with raisin-cakes, refresh me with apples, - for sick with love, I am.

SHEMy beloved, is, mine, and, I, am, his, he that pastureth among lilies!

I adjure you, ye daughters of Jerusalem, - If ye find my beloved, what will ye tell him? That, sick with love, I am.

I, am, my beloved's, and, my beloved, is mine, he that pastureth among lilies.

I, am my beloved's, and, unto me, is his longing.