⁶ Do not gaze at me, because I am dark,
    because the sun has looked upon me.
My mother’s sons were angry with me;
    they made me the 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 veils herself by the flocks of your companions?

⁸ If you do not know, O fairest among women,
    follow in the tracks of the flock,
and pasture your young goats
    beside the shepherds’ tents.