The Beloved to the Maidens:
1:5 I am dark but lovely, O maidens
dark
lovely
1:6 Do not stare at me because
for
My brothers
they made me the keeper of the vineyards.
Alas, my own vineyard
2:6 People
All of their faces turn pale with fright.
2:10 Destruction, devastation, and desolation!
Their hearts faint,
their knees tremble,
each stomach churns,