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Song of Solomon 3:5 - Revised Version with Apocrypha 1895

I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, By the roes, and by the hinds of the field, That ye stir not up, nor awaken love, Until it please.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

I charge you, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, By the roes, and by the hinds of the field, That ye stir not up, nor awake my love, Till he please.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, by the gazelles or by the hinds of the field that you stir not up nor awaken love until it pleases.

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American Standard Version (1901)

I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, By the roes, or by the hinds of the field, That ye stir not up, nor awake my love, Until he please.

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Common English Bible

I place you under oath, daughters of Jerusalem, by the gazelles or the wild deer: don’t rouse, don’t arouse love until it desires.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

Groom to Chorus: I bind you by oath, O daughters of Jerusalem, by the does and the stags of the open field, not to disturb or awaken the beloved, until she wills.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes and the harts of the fields, that you stir not up, nor awake my beloved, till she please.

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Song of Solomon 3:5
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I am black, but comely, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, As the tents of Kedar, As the curtains of Solomon.


His left hand is under my head, And his right hand doth embrace me.


I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, By the roes, and by the hinds of the field, That ye stir not up, nor awaken love, until it please.


My beloved is like a roe or a young hart: Behold, he standeth behind our wall, He looketh in at the windows, He sheweth himself through the lattice.


I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if ye find my beloved, That ye tell him, that I am sick of love.


I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, That ye stir not up, nor awaken love, Until it please.


And thou, O tower of the flock, the hill of the daughter of Zion, unto thee shall it come; yea, the former dominion shall come, the kingdom of the daughter of Jerusalem.