6Look not upon me, because I am swarthy, Because the sun hath scorched me. My mother`s sons were incensed against me; They made me keeper of the vineyards; [But] mine own vineyard have I not kept.
7Tell me, O thou whom my soul loveth, Where thou feedest [thy flock], Where thou makest [it] to rest at noon: For why should I be as one that is veiled Beside the flocks of thy companions?
8If thou know not, O thou fairest among women, Go thy way forth by the footsteps of the flock, And feed thy kids beside the shepherds` tents.
9I have compared thee, O my love, To a steed in Pharaoh`s chariots.
10Thy cheeks are comely with plaits [of hair], Thy neck with strings of jewels.
11We will make thee plaits of gold With studs of silver.
12While the king sat at his table, My spikenard sent forth its fragrance.
