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Take me with you. Let’s run away.
    The king has brought me into his private rooms.

[The chorus of young women]

    We will celebrate and rejoice with you.
    We will praise your expressions of love more than wine.
    How right it is that the young women love you!


Young women of Jerusalem, I am dark and lovely
    like Kedar’s tents,
    like Solomon’s curtains.
Stop staring at me because I am so dark.
    The sun has tanned me.
    My brothers were angry with me.
    They made me the caretaker of the vineyards.
    I have not even taken care of my own vineyard.

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