Draw me, we will run afterthee: the kinghathbrought me into his chambers: we will be glad and rejoice in thee, we willremember thy lovemorethanwine: the uprightlovethee.
Look not upon me, because I am black, because the sun hathlookedupon me: my mother’schildrenwereangrywith me; theymade me the keeper of the vineyards; but mine own vineyardhave I not kept.
Tell me, O thouwhom my soulloveth, wherethoufeedest, wherethoumakest thy flock to rest at noon: for why should I be as one thatturnethaside by the flocks of thy companions?