I am dark, but lovely, you daughters of Jerusalem, like Kedar's tents, like Solomon's curtains.

Don't stare at me because I am dark, because the sun has scorched me. My mother's sons were angry with me. They made me keeper of the vineyards. I haven't kept my own vineyard.

Tell me, you whom my soul loves, where you graze your flock, where you rest them at noon; For why should I be as one who is veiled beside the flocks of your companions? Lover

I am a rose of Sharon, a lily of the valleys. Lover

Strengthen me with raisins, refresh me with apples; For I am faint with love.

My beloved is mine, and I am his. He browses among the lilies.

By night on my bed, I sought him whom my soul loves. I sought him, but I didn't find him.

I will get up now, and go about the city; in the streets and in the squares I will seek him whom my soul loves. I sought him, but I didn't find him.

The watchmen who go about the city found me; "Have you seen him whom my soul loves?"

I had scarcely passed from them, when I found him whom my soul loves. I held him, and would not let him go, until I had brought him into my mother's house, into the room of her who conceived me.

I adjure you, daughters of Jerusalem, If you find my beloved, that you tell him that I am faint with love. Friends

I am my beloved's, and my beloved is mine. He browses among the lilies,

I am my beloved's. His desire is toward me.

I am a wall, and my breasts like towers, then I was in his eyes like one who found peace.