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Do not look at me because I am [a]swarthy,
For the sun has burned me.
My (A)mother’s sons were angry with me;
They made me (B)caretaker of the vineyards,
But I have not taken care of my own vineyard.
Tell me, O you (C)whom my soul loves,
Where do you (D)shepherd your flock,
Where do you make it (E)lie down at noon?
For why should I be like one who [b]veils herself
Beside the flocks of your (F)companions?”

Solomon and His Bride Extol Each Other

[c]If you yourself do not know,
(G)Most beautiful among women,
Go forth on the trail of the flock
And pasture your young goats
By the dwellings of the shepherds.

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Footnotes

  1. Song of Songs 1:6 Or black
  2. Song of Songs 1:7 Some versions wanders
  3. Song of Songs 1:8 BRIDEGROOM