⁵ I am very dark, but comely,
    O daughters of Jerusalem,
like the tents of Kedar,
    like the curtains of Solomon.
⁶ Do not gaze at me because I am swarthy,
    because the sun has scorched me.
My mother’s sons were angry with me,
    they made me keeper of the vineyards;
    but, my own vineyard I have not kept!
⁷ 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 wanders^[a]
    beside the flocks of your companions?