Let him kiss me
with the virgins love thee
look not upon me

because I am black.

I am the rose of Sharon

and the lily of the valleys
As the lily among thorns
so is my love among the daughters.


I sat down under his shadow
with great delight

and his fruit was sweet.

And he was loved

he was loved
comfort me with apples for
I am sick of love

so sick
sick of love.


On my bed
I sought him
open to me

Hey sister!
My love
my dove

my undefiled

And for my head

my head is filled
with...
and my locks

with the drops of the night.

I opened to my beloved

but my beloved
had withdrawn himself!


I charge you
I charge you
Oh daughters of...


I am sick of love
so sick

sick of love.