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Song of Songs 1:5-6

5-6I am weathered but still elegant,

oh, dear sisters in Jerusalem,

Weather-darkened like Kedar desert tents,

time-softened like Solomon's Temple hangings.

Don't look down on me because I'm dark,

darkened by the sun's harsh rays.

My brothers ridiculed me and sent me to work in the fields.

They made me care for the face of the earth,

but I had no time to care for my own face.

7Tell me where you're working

—I love you so much—

Tell me where you're tending your flocks,

where you let them rest at noontime.

Why should I be the one left out,

outside the orbit of your tender care?