The daughters of Jerusalem, I'm dark and lovely like the tents of Kedar, like the curtains of Solomon.

Don't stare at me because I'm dark; the sun has tanned me. My mother's sons were angry with me. They made me the caretaker of the vineyards, but I didn't take care of my own vineyard.

I'm a flower from Sharon, a lily of the valleys.

Sustain me with raisin cakes, refresh me with apples, for I'm weak with love.

I charge you, young women of Jerusalem, "If you find my beloved, what are you to tell him? Tell him that I'm weak with love."