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Song of Solomon 3:5 - Revised Standard Version

5 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.

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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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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

5 I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes and the harts of the fields, that you stir not up, nor awake my beloved, till she please.

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Song of Solomon 3:5
7 Tagairtí Cros  

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!


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.


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.


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