But Jesus turned to them and said, “Daughters of Jerusalem, do not weep for me, but weep for yourselves and for your children.
I am black and beautiful, O daughters of Jerusalem, like the tents of Kedar, like the curtains of Solomon.
I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, by the gazelles or the wild does: do not stir up or awaken love until it is ready!
He made its posts of silver, its back of gold, its seat of purple; its interior was inlaid with stone. Daughters of Jerusalem,
His speech is most sweet, and he is altogether desirable. This is my beloved, and this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.
I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if you find my beloved, tell him this: I am faint with love.
I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, do not stir up or awaken love until it is ready!
A great number of the people followed him, and among them were women who were beating their breasts and wailing for him.
For the days are surely coming when they will say, ‘Blessed are the barren, and the wombs that never bore, and the breasts that never nursed.’
Look! He is coming with the clouds; every eye will see him, even those who pierced him, and all the tribes of the earth will wail on account of him. So it is to be. Amen.