6“Do not stare at me because I am swarthy,
         For the sun has burned me.
         My mother’s sons were angry with me;
         They made me caretaker of the vineyards,
         But I have not taken care of my own vineyard.

7“Tell me, O you whom my soul loves,
         Where do you pasture your flock,
         Where do you make it lie down at noon?
         For why should I be like one who veils herself
         Beside the flocks of your companions?”

Solomon, the Lover, Speaks

8“If you yourself do not know,
         Most beautiful among women,
         Go forth on the trail of the flock
         And pasture your young goats
         By the tents of the shepherds.

9“To me, my darling, you are like
         My mare among the chariots of Pharaoh.

10“Your cheeks are lovely with ornaments,
         Your neck with strings of beads.”

11“We will make for you ornaments of gold
         With beads of silver.”

12“While the king was at his table,
         My perfume gave forth its fragrance.

13“My beloved is to me a pouch of myrrh
         Which lies all night between my breasts.

14“My beloved is to me a cluster of henna blossoms
         In the vineyards of Engedi.”

15“How beautiful you are, my darling,
         How beautiful you are!
         Your eyes are like doves.”

16“How handsome you are, my beloved,
         And so pleasant!
         Indeed, our couch is luxuriant!

17“The beams of our houses are cedars,
         Our rafters, cypresses.

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