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2 (The Shulamite) »Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth. Your love is better than wine.
3 »Your good ointment has a pleasing aroma. Your name is like pure ointment. Therefore the maidens do love you.
4 »Draw me away. (Daughters of Jerusalem) »We will run after you.« (The Shulamite) »The king brought me into his chambers.« (Daughters of Jerusalem) »We will be glad and rejoice in you. We will remember your love more than wine!« (The Shulamite) »They are right to love you.«
5 »I am lovely and black, O you daughters of Jerusalem. I am like the tents of Kedar and the curtains of Solomon.
6 »Do not look at me because I am black. The sun has tanned me. My mother's sons were angry with me. They made me the keeper of the vineyards. I have not kept my own vineyard!
7 (To Her Beloved) »Tell me, O you whom I love where you feed your flock and where you make it rest at noon. Why should I be as one who veils herself by the flocks of your companions?«