Draw me, we will run after thee! The king hath brought me into his chambers We will be glad and rejoice in thee, We will remember thy love more than wine. They love thee uprightly.

Look not upon me, because I am black; Because the sun hath looked upon me. My mother's children were angry with me: They made me keeper of the vineyards; Mine own vineyard have I not kept.

He hath brought me to the house of wine, And his banner over me is love.

They all hold the sword, Experts in war; Each hath his sword upon his thigh Because of alarm in the nights.

We will go up early to the vineyards, We will see if the vine hath budded, If the blossom is opening, And the pomegranates are in bloom: There will I give thee my loves.

We have a little sister, And she hath no breasts: What shall we do for our sister In the day when she shall be spoken for? --