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“I am black, O daughters of Jerusalem, but comely, as the tents of Kedar, as the curtains of Solomon.

“Do not see me because I am black. For the Sun has looked upon me. The sons of my mother were angry at me. They made me the keeper of the vines. But I did not keep my own vine.”

“Show me, O you whom my soul loves, where you feed, where you lie at noon. For why should I be as she who turns aside to the flocks of your companions?”

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