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.

The guards who go about the city found me.
I asked them, “Have you seen the one I love?”

You have captured my heart, my sister, my bride.
You have captured my heart with one glance of your eyes,
with one jewel of your necklace.

M I have come to my garden—my sister, my bride.
I gather my myrrh with my spices.
I eat my honeycomb with my honey.
I drink my wine with my milk.

N Eat, friends!
Drink, be intoxicated with love!

W I have taken off my clothing.
How can I put it back on?
I have washed my feet.
How can I get them dirty?

The mandrakes give off a fragrance,
and at our doors is every delicacy—
new as well as old.
I have treasured them up for you, my love.

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W I am a wall
and my breasts like towers.
So in his eyes I have become
like one who finds peace.

I have my own vineyard.
The 1,000 are for you, Solomon,
but 200 for those who guard its fruits.