Take me with you! Let's run away! Let the king bring me into his private chambers. The daughters of Jerusalem will rejoice and be happy for you. We will value your love more than wine. They love you appropriately.

The daughters of Jerusalem, I'm dark and lovely like the tents of Kedar, like the curtains of Solomon.

Swear to me, young women of Jerusalem, by the gazelles or by the does of the field, that you won't awaken or arouse love before its proper time!

Swear to me, young women of Jerusalem, by the gazelles or by the does of the field, that you won't awaken or arouse love before its proper time!

He made its posts of silver, its back of gold. Its seat was purple, and its interior was lovingly inlaid by the young women of Jerusalem.

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."

His mouth is sweetness, and all of him is desirable. This is my beloved, this is my friend, young women of Jerusalem!

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

Swear to me, young women of Jerusalem, that you won't awaken or arouse love before its proper time!