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 fig tree ripened its unripe figs, and the vines are in blossom; they gave an odor. Rise up, my friend, my beautiful one, and go for thyself.

They watching going about in the city, found me: Saw ye him that my soul loved?

They watching going round about in the city, found me; they struck me, they wounded me: they watching the wall took away my veil from me.

Turn away thine eyes from before me; they enlarged me: thy hair as a herd of goats which lay down from Gilead.

They are sixty queens, and eighty concubines, and maidens no number.

She is one, my dove, my perfect one; she is one to her mother, she is the chosen to her bearing her. The daughters saw her and pronounced her happy; the queens and the concubines, and they will praise her.

Who will give thee as a brother to me, sucking the breasts of my mother? I shall find thee without, I shall kiss thee; also they shall not despise me.

Many waters shall not be able to quench love, and rivers shall not overwhelm it: if a man shall give all the riches of his house for love, despising, they shall be despised for him.