Jesus turned to them and said, “Women of Jerusalem! Don't cry for me, but for yourselves and your children.
Women of Jerusalem, I am dark but beautiful, dark as the desert tents of Kedar, but beautiful as the draperies in Solomon's palace.
Promise me, women of Jerusalem; swear by the swift deer and the gazelles that you will not interrupt our love.
Its posts are covered with silver; over it is cloth embroidered with gold. Its cushions are covered with purple cloth, lovingly woven by the women of Jerusalem.
His mouth is sweet to kiss; everything about him enchants me. This is what my lover is like, women of Jerusalem.
Promise me, women of Jerusalem, that if you find my lover, you will tell him I am weak from passion.
Promise me, women of Jerusalem, that you will not interrupt our love.
A large crowd of people followed him; among them were some women who were weeping and wailing for him.
For the days are coming when people will say, ‘How lucky are the women who never had children, who never bore babies, who never nursed them!’
Look, he is coming on the clouds! Everyone will see him, including those who pierced him. All peoples on earth will mourn over him. So shall it be!