Do not stare at me because I am dark, because the sun has scorched me. My mother's sons were angry with me. They made me keeper of the vineyards. I haven't kept my own vineyard.

The watchmen who go about the city found me; "Have you seen him whom my soul loves?"

Go forth, you daughters of Zion, and see king Solomon, with the crown with which his mother has crowned him, in the day of his weddings, in the day of the gladness of his heart.

Who is she who looks forth as the morning, beautiful as the moon, clear as the sun, and awesome as an army with banners?