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. --

The watchmen that go round in the city, found me, The beloved of my soul, have ye seen?

Go forth and gaze, ye daughters of Zion, upon King Solomon, - wearing the crown, wherewith his mother, crowned him, in the day of his marriage, and in the day of his heart gladness.

One alone, is my dove, my perfect one, one alone, was she to her mother, Pure, was she to her that bare her, - The daughters, have seen her, and pronounced her happy, Queens and concubines, and they have praised her.

THEYWho is this, that looketh forth like the dawn, beautiful as the moon, pure as the sun, majestic as bannered hosts?