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Draw me after you, let us run!
The king has brought me into his chambers.

Chorus: Daughters of Zion

Let us rejoice and be glad in you;
    let us extol your love more than wine.
Rightly do they love you!

The Bride

I am black, but beautiful,
    O daughters of Jerusalem,
like the tents of Kedar,
    like the curtains of Solomon.
Do not gaze at me because I am dark,
    because the sun has looked on me.
My mother’s sons were angry with me
    and made me keeper of the vineyards;
    my very own vineyard I have not kept.

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