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. --

His eyes, like doves, by the channels of water, - bathing in milk, set as gems in a ring:

His hands, cylinders of gold, set with topaz, - His body, wrought work of ivory, covered with sapphires:

I know not how it was , my soul, set for me the chariots of my willing people!