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.

The watchmen who go all around the city found me. I asked, "Have you seen the one I love?"

Come out, young women of Zion, and see King Solomon with the crown with which his mother crowned him on his wedding day his day of great delight.

Who is this who appears like the dawn, beautiful as the moon, bright as the sun, awesome as an army with banners?