Look not upon me, because I am dark, because the sun has darkened me: my mother's children were angry with me; they made me the keeper of the vineyards; but my own vineyard have I not kept.

I have compared you, O my love, to a mare of Pharaoh's chariots.

Behold, you are fair, my love; behold, you are fair; you have doves' eyes.

Catch us the foxes, the little foxes, that spoil the vines: for our vines have tender grapes.

Behold, you are fair, my love; behold, you are fair; you have doves' eyes behind your veil: your hair is like a flock of goats, going down from mount Gilead.

You have ravished my heart, my sister, my spouse; you have ravished my heart with one look of your eyes, with one jewel of your necklace.

I have come into my garden, my sister, my spouse: I have gathered my myrrh with my spice; I have eaten my honeycomb with my honey; I have drunk my wine with my milk: eat, O friends; drink, yea, drink abundantly, O beloved.

I have put off my robe; how shall I put it on? I have washed my feet; how could I soil them?

Turn away your eyes from me, for they have overcome me: your hair is as a flock of goats going down from Gilead.

Let us get up early to the vineyards; let us see if the vine has budded, whether the grape blossoms have opened, and the pomegranates are in bloom: there will I give you my loves.

The mandrakes give a fragrance, and at our gates are all manner of pleasant fruits, new and old, which I have laid up for you, O my beloved.

We have a little sister, and she has no breasts: what shall we do for our sister in the day when she shall be spoken for?

My vineyard, which is mine, is before me: you, O Solomon, must have a thousand, and those that tend its fruit two hundred.