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!
I am black and beautiful, O daughters of Jerusalem, like the tents of Kedar, like the curtains of Solomon.
O that his left hand were under my head and that his right hand embraced me!
My beloved is like a gazelle or a young stag. Look, there he stands behind our wall, gazing in at the windows, looking through the lattice.
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!
And you, O tower of the flock, hill of daughter Zion, to you it shall come, the former dominion shall come, the sovereignty of daughter Jerusalem.