I am black and beautiful, O daughters of Jerusalem, as the tents of Kedar, as the curtains of Solomon.

I adjured you, O daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes, or by the hinds of the field, if ye shall awake and if ye shall arouse love till he shall desire.

I adjured you, O daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes, and by the hinds of the field, if ye shall awake and if ye shall arouse love till he shall desire.

Its pillars he made silver, its support gold, its seat reddish purple, its midst tesselated with love from the daughters of Jerusalem.

I adjured you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if ye shall find my beloved, what ye shall announce to him: I am pierced by love.

His palate, sweetness: he is all loveliness. This my beloved, and this my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.

Thou art beautiful my friend, as delight; becoming as Jerusalem, a terror as those being furnished with banners.

I adjured you, O daughters of Jerusalem, why will ye awake, and why will ye rouse love till he shall desire?'