I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if you find my beloved, that you tell him I am sick with love.
I am very dark, but comely, O daughters of Jerusalem, like the tents of Kedar, like the curtains of Solomon.
Sustain me with raisins, refresh me with apples; for I am sick with love.
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 adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, that you stir not up nor awaken love until it please.
I appeal to you, brethren, by our Lord Jesus Christ and by the love of the Spirit, to strive together with me in your prayers to God on my behalf,
Therefore confess your sins to one another, and pray for one another, that you may be healed. The prayer of a righteous man has great power in its effects.