2 He shall kiss me from the kisses of his mouth: for thy good breasts are above wine.
3 To the odor of the good ointments thy name shall be poured forth an ointment; for this, the maidens loved thee.
4 Draw me, we will run after thee: the king brought me to his chambers: we will exult and rejoice in thee, we will remember thy breasts above wine: the upright loved thee.
5 I am black and beautiful, O daughters of Jerusalem, as the tents of Kedar, as the curtains of Solomon.
6 Thou shalt not see me, I am black; the sun searched me: my mother's sons were angry with me; they set me to watch the vineyards; my vineyard I watched not for me.
7 Announce to me, thou whom my soul loved, where thou wilt feed, where thou wilt lie down at noon: wherefore shall I be as he covered by the herds of thy companions.
8 If thou shalt not know for thyself, O fair one among women, come forth for thyself at the heels of the flock, and feed thy kids by the shepherds' tents.
9 To my mares in Pharaoh's chariots I likened thee, O my neighbor.
10 Thy cheeks were beautiful with with rows, thy neck with strings of pearls.
11 We will make for thee rows of gold, with marks of silver.