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The Woman

I am dark, but still lovely, O daughters of Jerusalem,
    like the tents of Kedar,
    like the curtains of Solomon.
Do not gaze at me, because I am dark,
    because the sun has looked upon me.
My mother’s sons were angry with me;
    they made me the keeper of the vineyards,
    but my own vineyard I have not kept.
Tell me, you whom my soul loves,
    where you pasture your flock,
where you make it lie down at noon;
    for why should I be like one who veils herself by the flocks of your companions?

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