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.

They all hold swords, being expert in war: every man hath his sword upon his thigh because of fear in the night.

The watchmen that went about the city found me, they smote me, they wounded me; the keepers of the walls took away my veil from me.

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

My dove, my undefiled is but one; she is the only one of her mother, she is the choice one of her that bare her. The daughters saw her, and blessed her; yea, the queens and the concubines, and they praised her.