Song of Solomon 1:8 WEB

⁶  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.

⁷  Tell me, you whom my soul loves, Where you graze your flock, Where you rest them at noon; For why should I be as one who is veiled Beside the flocks of your companions? Lover

⁸  If you don't know, most beautiful among women, Follow the tracks of the sheep. Graze your young goats beside the shepherds' tents.

⁹  I have compared you, my love, To a steed in Pharaoh's chariots.

¹⁰  Your cheeks are beautiful with earrings, Your neck with strings of jewels.