But Jesus turning to them said, “Daughters of Jerusalem, do not weep for me, but weep for yourselves and for your children.
I am very dark, but comely, O daughters of Jerusalem, like the tents of Kedar, like the curtains of Solomon.
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.
He made its posts of silver, its back of gold, its seat of purple; it was lovingly wrought within by the 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 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 there followed him a great multitude of the people, and of women who bewailed and lamented him.
For behold, the days are coming when they will say, ‘Blessed are the barren, and the wombs that never bore, and the breasts that never gave suck!’
Behold, he is coming with the clouds, and every eye will see him, every one who pierced him; and all tribes of the earth will wail on account of him. Even so. Amen.