⁶ Do not stare at me because I am dark,
    for I was scorched by the sun.
My mother’s sons vented their rage against me;
    they forced me to look after the vineyards,
    but my own vineyard^[a] I could not watch over.
⁷ Tell me, you whom my heart loves,
    where you pasture your flocks,
    and where you rest them at midday,^[b]
so that I may not be found wandering
    beside the flocks of your companions.

⁸ If you do not know,
    O fairest among women,
follow the tracks of the flocks
    and pasture your young goats
    close to the tents of the shepherds.