I am dark, but lovely, you daughters of Jerusalem, like Kedar's tents, like Solomon's curtains.

I adjure you, daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes, or by the hinds of the field, that you not stir up, nor awaken love, until it so desires.

I adjure you, daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes, or by the hinds of the field, that you not stir up, nor awaken love, until it so desires.

He made its pillars of silver, its bottom of gold, its seat of purple, its midst being paved with love, from the daughters of Jerusalem.

I adjure you, daughters of Jerusalem, If you find my beloved, that you tell him that I am faint with love. Friends

His mouth is sweetness; yes, he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, and this is my friend, daughters of Jerusalem. Friends

You are beautiful, my love, as Tirzah, lovely as Jerusalem, awesome as an army with banners.

I adjure you, daughters of Jerusalem, that you not stir up, nor awaken love, until it so desires. Friends