Song of Songs

⁹Do not be concerned that I am dark, for the sun has changed my color. ↗

¹⁰The sons of my mother have fought against me. They have made me the keeper of the vineyards. My own vineyard I have not kept. ↗

¹³O my love, I have compared you to my company of horsemen against the chariots of Pharaoh. ↗

¹⁴Your cheeks are beautiful, like those of a turtledove. Your neck is like a bejeweled collar. ↗

¹⁷My beloved is a bundle of myrrh to me. He shall abide between my breasts. ↗

¹⁸My beloved is a cluster of Cyprus grapes to me, in the vineyards of Engaddi. ↗