The beams of our house are cedar, and our rafters of fir.

I charge you, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes, and by the hinds of the field, that ye stir not, nor awake my love, till he please.

I charge you, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes, and by the hinds of the field, that ye stir not up, nor awake my love, till he please.

I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, that ye stir not, nor awake my love, until he please.

If she is a wall, we will build upon her a palace of silver: and if she is a door, we will inclose her with boards of cedar.