I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, by the gazelles or by the does of the field, that awakening you do not awaken, even that you not awaken the Beloved until it pleases.
I adjure you by the gazelles, or by the does of the field, O daughters of Jerusalem, that you not stir up, and that you not awaken my Love until it pleases.
My Beloved is likened to a gazelle, or to a young deer, the stag. Behold, He stands behind our wall, peering from the windows, sparkling from the lattice.
And you, tower of the flock, the hill of the daughter of Zion, it shall happen to you. And the dominion of the chief ones shall come, the kingdom of the daughter of Jerusalem.