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!

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

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