I am dark, but fair of form, O daughters of Jerusalem, as the tents of Kedar, as the curtains of Solomon.

I say to you, O daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes of the field, do not let love be moved till it is ready.

I say to you, O daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes of the field, let not love be moved till it is ready.

Go out, O daughters of Jerusalem, and see King Solomon, with the crown which his mother put on his head on the day when he was married, and on the day of the joy of his heart.

I say to you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if you see my loved one, what will you say to him? That I am overcome with love.

His mouth is most sweet; yes, he is all beautiful. This is my loved one, and this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.

You are beautiful, O my love, as Tirzah, as fair as Jerusalem; you are to be feared like an army with flags.

I say to you, O daughters of Jerusalem, do not let love be moved till it is ready.