Look not upon me, because I am swarthy, Because the sun hath scorched me. My mother's sons were incensed against me; They made me keeper of the vineyards; But mine own vineyard have I not kept.

My beloved is mine, and I am his: He feedeth his flock among the lilies.

I am my beloved's, and my beloved is mine; He feedeth his flock among the lilies,

My vineyard, which is mine, is before me: Thou, O Solomon, shalt have the thousand, And those that keep the fruit thereof two hundred.