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I charge you, daughters of Jerusalem, If ye find my beloved, ... What will ye tell him? That I am sick of love.

His mouth is most sweet: Yea, he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, yea, this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.

Thou art fair, my love, as Tirzah, Comely as Jerusalem, Terrible as troops with banners:

I charge you, daughters of Jerusalem, ... Why should ye stir up, why awake my love, till he please?