your name, || Therefore have virgins loved you! Draw me: we run after you, || The king has brought me into his inner chambers, || We delight and rejoice in you, || We mention your loves more than wine, || Uprightly they have loved you! I [am] dark and lovely, daughters of Jerusalem, as tents of Kedar, as curtains of Solomon. Do not fear me, because I [am] very dark, || Because the sun has scorched me, || The sons of my mother were angry with me, || They made me keeper of the vineyards, || My