Thou shalt not see me, I am black; the sun searched me: my mother's sons were angry with me; they set me to watch the vineyards; my vineyard I watched not for me.

The flowers were seen in the earth; the time of pruning came, and the voice of the turtle-dove was heard in our land.

Go forth, ye daughters of Zion, and look upon king Solomon; upon the crown his mother crowned to him in the day of his espousals, and in the day of the gladness of his heart

Who this looking forth as the morning, beautiful as the moon, clear as the sun, a terror as those being furnished with banners?