Shayr Shalamah

“Black am I and beautiful (שחורה אני ונאוה), daughters of Yaroshalam; like the tabernacles of Kadar, like the curtains of Shalamah. Don’t look at me that I am exceptionally black (שחרחרת), that the sun has gazed favorably at me (ששזפתני). The children of my mother, they burned with envy (נחרו) at me. They put me […]