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Do not look upon me, because I am dark, Because the sun has tanned me. My mother's sons were angry with me; They made me the keeper of the vineyards, But my own vineyard I have not kept.
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(To Her Beloved) Tell me, O you whom I love, Where you feed your flock, Where you make it rest at noon. For why should I be as one who veils herself By the flocks of your companions?
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The Beloved If you do not know, O fairest among women, Follow in the footsteps of the flock, And feed your little goats Beside the shepherds' tents.
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I have compared you, my love, To my filly among Pharaoh's chariots.
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Your cheeks are lovely with ornaments, Your neck with chains of gold.
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The Daughters of Jerusalem We will make you ornaments of gold With studs of silver.
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The Shulamite While the king is at his table, My spikenard sends forth its fragrance.
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A bundle of myrrh is my beloved to me, That lies all night between my breasts.
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My beloved is to me a cluster of henna blooms In the vineyards of En Gedi.
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The Beloved Behold, you are fair, my love! Behold, you are fair! You have dove's eyes.
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The Shulamite Behold, you are handsome, my beloved! Yes, pleasant! Also our bed is green.
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The beams of our houses are cedar, And our rafters of fir.