Song of Solomon 1:5-9

I'm black, but I'm beautiful, women of Jerusalem, like the tents of Kedar, like the curtains of Solomon.

Don't look down on me because I'm black, because the sun has burned me. My brothers were angry with me and made me look after the vineyards, so I couldn't look after my own vineyard.

My love, please tell me where you're taking your flock. Where will you rest them at noon? For why should I have to wear a veil while looking for you among the flocks of your companions?

If you really don't know, you who are more beautiful than any other woman, then follow the tracks of my flock, and let your goats graze near the shepherd's tents.

My darling, to me you're like a mare among Pharaoh's horses that pull his chariots,