I am comely, because I'm black
As the tents of Kedar
As the Solomon's veil
Because the sun has scorched my skin
As the cedar trees of Lebanon

My beloved is onto me
As a cluster of campfires
In the vineyards of En Gedi
As the apple tree
Deep in the orchard
So is my beloved
Among the daughters

Thou art is fair as Gilead
O prince's daughter! O fountain of life!
Behold, how pleasant perfume of night
Of a cedar, myrrh and a frankincense

For now the winter rain is past
That flower appears upon the earth
The time of singing birds has come
And the voice of the turtle is heard in our land

I am the rose of Sharon, and the lily of the valleys
As the lily among thorns
So is my beloved