Do not gaze at me because I am dark,
    because the sun has looked upon me.
My (A)mother's sons were angry with me;
    they made me (B)keeper of (C)the vineyards,
    but (D)my own vineyard I have not kept!
Tell me, you (E)whom my soul loves,
    where you (F)pasture your flock,
    where you make it (G)lie down at noon;
for why should I be like one who veils herself
    beside the flocks of your (H)companions?

Solomon and His Bride Delight in Each Other

He

If you do not know,
    O (I)most beautiful among women,
follow in the tracks of the flock,
    and pasture your young goats
    beside the shepherds' tents.

I compare you, (J)my love,
    to (K)a mare among Pharaoh's chariots.
10 (L)Your cheeks are lovely with ornaments,
    your neck with strings of jewels.

Others

11 We will make for you[a] ornaments of gold,
    studded with silver.

She

12 While (M)the king was on his couch,
    my (N)nard gave forth its fragrance.

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Footnotes

  1. Song of Solomon 1:11 The Hebrew for you is feminine singular

Do not stare at me because I am dark,
    because I am darkened by the sun.
My mother’s sons were angry with me
    and made me take care of the vineyards;(A)
    my own vineyard I had to neglect.
Tell me, you whom I love,
    where you graze your flock
    and where you rest your sheep(B) at midday.
Why should I be like a veiled(C) woman
    beside the flocks of your friends?

Friends

If you do not know, most beautiful of women,(D)
    follow the tracks of the sheep
and graze your young goats
    by the tents of the shepherds.

He

I liken you, my darling, to a mare
    among Pharaoh’s chariot horses.(E)
10 Your cheeks(F) are beautiful with earrings,
    your neck with strings of jewels.(G)
11 We will make you earrings of gold,
    studded with silver.

She

12 While the king was at his table,
    my perfume spread its fragrance.(H)

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Look not upon me, because I am black, because the sun hath looked upon me: my mother's children were angry with me; they made me the keeper of the vineyards; but mine own vineyard have I not kept.

Tell me, O thou whom my soul loveth, where thou feedest, where thou makest thy flock to rest at noon: for why should I be as one that turneth aside by the flocks of thy companions?

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.

I have compared thee, O my love, to a company of horses in Pharaoh's chariots.

10 Thy cheeks are comely with rows of jewels, thy neck with chains of gold.

11 We will make thee borders of gold with studs of silver.

12 While the king sitteth at his table, my spikenard sendeth forth the smell thereof.

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