5. W I am black and beautiful,Daughters of Jerusalem—Like the tents of Qedar,like the curtains of Solomon.
6. Do not stare at me because I am so black,because the sun has burned me.The sons of my mother were angry with me;they charged me with the care of the vineyards:my own vineyard I did not take care of.
7. W Tell me, you whom my soul loves,where you shepherd, where you give rest at midday.Why should I be like one wanderingafter the flocks of your companions?
8. M If you do not know,most beautiful among women,Follow the tracks of the flockand pasture your lambsnear the shepherds’ tents.
9. M To a mare among Pharaoh’s chariotryI compare you, my friend:
10. Your cheeks lovely in pendants,your neck in jewels.
11. We will make pendants of gold for you,and ornaments of silver.
12. W While the king was upon his couch,my spikenard gave forth its fragrance.
13. My lover is to me a sachet of myrrh;between my breasts he lies.
14. My lover is to me a cluster of hennafrom the vineyards of En-gedi.
15. M How beautiful you are, my friend,how beautiful! your eyes are doves!
16. W How beautiful you are, my lover—handsome indeed!Verdant indeed is our couch;