Say, O love of my soul, where you give food to your flock, and where you make them take their rest in the heat of the day; why have I to be as one wandering by the flocks of your friends?

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.

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.

What is your loved one more than another, O fairest among women? What is your loved one more than another, that you say this to us?

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