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. --

To a mare of mine, in the chariots of Pharaoh, have I likened thee, my fair one!

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

All of them, grasping the sword, trained for war, - every man, with his sword upon his thigh, because of dread, in the night-time.

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

THEYWho is this, that looketh forth like the dawn, beautiful as the moon, pure as the sun, majestic as bannered hosts?

Many waters, cannot quench love, nor shall, floods, overwhelm it, - If a man would give all the substance of his house, for love, they would, utterly despise, him. ****

A vineyard, had Solomon, as the owner of abundance, He put out the vineyard to keepers, - Every man, was to bring in, for the fruit thereof, a thousand silverlings:

Mine own vineyard, is before me, - The thousand belong to thee, O Solomon, and two hundred to the keepers of the fruit thereof.