But turning to them, Jesus said, Daughters of Jerusalem, do not weep for Me, but weep for yourselves and for your children.
I am black, but comely, O daughters of Jerusalem, like the tents of Kedar, like the curtains of Solomon.
I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, by the gazelles, and by the does of the field, do not stir up or awake my Love until He please.
He made its poles of silver, its back gold, its seat of purple, its middle was paved with love by the daughters of Jerusalem.
I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, by the gazelles, and by the does of the field, do not stir up nor awake my love until it pleases.
His mouth is most sweet; yes, He is altogether lovely. This is my Beloved, and this is my Friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.
I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if you find my Beloved, what do you tell Him? That I am sick with love.
I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, why should you stir up or awaken my Love until it pleases?
And a great multitude of people were following Him, and of women who also were bewailing and lamenting Him.
For behold, the days are coming in which they shall say, Blessed are the barren, and the wombs that never bore, and the breasts which did not suckle.
Behold, He comes with the clouds, and every eye will see Him, and those who pierced Him will see Him, and all the kindreds of the earth will wail because of Him. Even so, Amen.