Look not upon me, because I am black, because the sun hath looked upon me: my mother's children were angry with me; they made me the keeper of the vineyards; but mine own vineyard have I not kept.

I have compared thee, O my love, to a company of horses in Pharaoh's chariots.

Take us the foxes, the little foxes, that spoil the vines: for our vines have tender grapes.

I am come into my garden, my sister, my spouse: I have gathered my myrrh with my spice; I have eaten my honeycomb with my honey; I have drunk my wine with my milk: eat, O friends; drink, yea, drink abundantly, O beloved.

I have put off my coat; how shall I put it on? I have washed my feet; how shall I defile them?

Turn away thine eyes from me, for they have overcome me: thy hair is as a flock of goats that appear from Gilead.

The mandrakes give a smell, and at our gates are all manner of pleasant fruits, new and old, which I have laid up for thee, O my beloved.

We have a little sister, and she hath no breasts: what shall we do for our sister in the day when she shall be spoken for?

My vineyard, which is mine, is before me: thou, O Solomon, must have a thousand, and those that keep the fruit thereof two hundred.