6. Look 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.
7. Tell 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?
8. If 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.
9. I have compared thee, O my love, to a steed in Pharaoh's chariots.
10. Thy cheeks are comely with plaits of hair, thy neck with strings of jewels
11. We will make thee plaits of gold with studs of silver.
12. While the king sat at his table, my spikenard sent forth its fragrance.