Draw me; we will run after thee: the king hath brought me into his chambers: we will be glad and rejoice in thee, we will make mention of thy love more than of wine: rightly do they love thee.
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; {cf15i but} mine own vineyard have I not kept.
Tell me, O thou whom my soul loveth, where thou feedest {cf15i thy flock}, where thou makest {cf15i it} to rest at noon: for why should I be as one that is veiled beside the flocks of thy companions?