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Song of Solomon 3:5 - King James Version with Apocrypha - American Edition

5 I charge you, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes, and by the hinds of the field, that ye stir not up, nor awake my love, till he please.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

5 I charge you, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, By the roes, and by the hinds of the field, That ye stir not up, nor awake my love, Till he please.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

5 I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, by the gazelles or by the hinds of the field that you stir not up nor awaken love until it pleases.

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American Standard Version (1901)

5 I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, By the roes, or by the hinds of the field, That ye stir not up, nor awake my love, Until he please.

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Common English Bible

5 I place you under oath, daughters of Jerusalem, by the gazelles or the wild deer: don’t rouse, don’t arouse love until it desires.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

5 Groom to Chorus: I bind you by oath, O daughters of Jerusalem, by the does and the stags of the open field, not to disturb or awaken the beloved, until she wills.

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Song of Solomon 3:5
7 Tagairtí Cros  

I am black, but comely, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, as the tents of Kedar, as the curtains of Solomon.


His left hand is under my head, and his right hand doth embrace me.


I charge you, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes, and by the hinds of the field, that ye stir not up, nor awake my love, till he please.


My beloved is like a roe or a young hart: behold, he standeth behind our wall, he looketh forth at the windows, showing himself through the lattice.


I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if ye find my beloved, that ye tell him, that I am sick of love.


I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, that ye stir not up, nor awake my love, until he please.


And thou, O tower of the flock, the stronghold of the daughter of Zion, unto thee shall it come, even the first dominion; the kingdom shall come to the daughter of Jerusalem.


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