The upright love thee.
5 I am swarthy, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, [[133]]
As the tents of Kedar,
But comely as the pavilions of Solomon.
6 Disdain me not because I am dark, [[134]]
For the sun hath browned me.
My mother’s sons were severe with me,
They made me keeper of their vineyards,
Though my own vineyard I never kept.— [[135]]
7 Tell me, O thou whom my soul loveth,