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Don’t stare at me because I’m dark;
    the sun has tanned me.
My mother’s sons were angry with me.
    They made me the caretaker of the vineyards,
        but I didn’t take care of my own vineyard.

Tell me, you whom I love,
    where do you graze your flock?
        Where do you make your flock lie down[a] at noon?
Why should I be considered a veiled woman[b]
    beside the flocks of your companions?

The Lover

If you don’t know, most beautiful of women,
    go out after the flock and graze your young goats beside the shepherd’s tents.

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Footnotes

  1. Song of Solomon 1:7 Lit. where do you make to lie down
  2. Song of Solomon 1:7 I.e. a prostitute