Sustain me with raisin cakes, refresh me with apples, for I'm weak with love.

I have adjured you, daughters of Jerusalem, By the roes or by the hinds of the field, Stir not up nor wake the love till she please!

I have adjured you, daughters of Jerusalem, By the roes or by the hinds of the field, Stir not up nor wake the love till she please!

They all hold the sword, Experts in war; Each hath his sword upon his thigh Because of alarm in the nights.

Your teeth are like a flock of newly shorn sheep
coming up from washing,
each one having a twin,
and not one missing.

I charge you, young women of Jerusalem, "If you find my beloved, what are you to tell him? Tell him that I'm weak with love."

Your teeth are like a flock of ewes
coming up from washing,
each one having a twin,
and not one missing.

I have adjured you, daughters of Jerusalem, How ye stir up, And how ye wake the love till she please!

Solomon hath a vineyard in Baal-Hamon, He hath given the vineyard to keepers, Each bringeth for its fruit a thousand silverlings;