Do not look on me, that I am black, that the sun has looked on me. My mother's sons were angry with me; they made me the keeper of the vineyards; but my vineyard I have not kept.

The watchmen going about the city found me. I said, Have you seen Him whom my soul loves?

Go forth, O daughters of Zion, and behold King Solomon with the crown with which his mother crowned him on his wedding day, and in the day of the gladness of his heart.

Who is she who looks forth like the morning, fair as the moon, clear as the sun, awesome as armies with banners?