5I am black, a daughter of Jerusalem, a tent of Qedar, a curtain of Solomon.6Do not gaze upon me, for I am blackish, since the sun has scorched me. The sons of my mother were angry with me; they appointed me keeper of the vineyard, but my own vineyard I have not kept.7Tell me, O you whom my soul loves, where you pasture your flock, where you make it lie down at noon, lest I be as one who veils herself beside the flocks of your companions.