I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, by the gazelles or the hinds of the field, that you stir not up nor awaken love until it please.
I am very dark, but comely, 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. Behold, there he stands behind our wall, gazing in at the windows, looking through the lattice.
I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if you find my beloved, that you tell him I am sick with love.
I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, that you stir not up nor awaken love until it please.
And you, O tower of the flock, hill of the daughter of Zion, to you shall it come, the former dominion shall come, the kingdom of the daughter of Jerusalem.