Let him kiss mewith the virgins love thee
Look not upon mebecause 
I am black.
I am the rose of 
Sharonand the lily of the valleys
As the lily among thornsso is my love among the daughters.
I sat down under his shadowwith great delightand his fruit was sweet.
And he was lovedhe was lovedcomfort me with apples for
I am sick of loveso sicksick of love.
On my bedI sought himopen to me
Hey sister!
My lovemy dovemy undefiled
And for my headmy head is filledwith ???and my lockswith the drops of the night.
I opened to my belovedbut my belovedhad withdrawn himself!
I charge you
I charge you
Oh daughters of...
I am sick of loveso sicksick of love.