I adjure you, daughters of Yerushalayim, that you not stir up, nor awaken love, until it so desires. Friends
I am dark, but lovely, you daughters of Yerushalayim, like Kedar's tents, like Shlomo's curtains.
I adjure you, daughters of Yerushalayim, by the roes, or by the hinds of the field, that you not stir up, nor awaken love, until it so desires.