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I am dark, but lovely,
    you daughters of Jerusalem,
    like Kedar’s tents,
    like Solomon’s curtains.
Don’t stare at me because I am dark,
    because the sun has scorched me.
My mother’s sons were angry with me.
    They made me keeper of the vineyards.
    I haven’t kept my own vineyard.

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The Bride

“I am black and (A)beautiful,
You (B)daughters of Jerusalem,
Like the (C)tents of (D)Kedar,
Like the curtains of Solomon.
Do not stare at me because I am [a]dark,
For the sun has tanned me.
My (E)mother’s sons were angry with me;
They made me (F)caretaker of the vineyards,
But I have not taken care of my own vineyard.

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Footnotes

  1. Song of Solomon 1:6 Or swarthy, blackish