I have adjured you, daughters of Jerusalem, By the roes or by the hinds of the field, Stir not up nor wake the love till she please!

I have adjured you, daughters of Jerusalem, By the roes or by the hinds of the field, Stir not up nor wake the love till she please!

All of them holding sword, taught of battle, Each his sword by his thigh, for fear at night.

I have adjured you, daughters of Jerusalem, How ye stir up, And how ye wake the love till she please!

Solomon hath a vineyard in Baal-Hamon, He hath given the vineyard to keepers, Each bringeth for its fruit a thousand silverlings;