Song of Songs 5:8
I charge you, daughters of Jerusalem, if you find my beloved, what will you tell him? Tell him that I am lovesick.
I charge you, daughters of Jerusalem, if you find my beloved, what will you tell him? Tell him that I am lovesick.
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, if you find my beloved, that you tell him I am lovesick.
I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if ye find my beloved, that ye tell him, that I am sick of love.
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I charge you therfore (o ye doughters of Ierusalem) yf ye fynde my beloued, that ye tell him, how that I am sick for loue.
I charge you, O daughters of Ierusalem, if you finde my welbeloued, that you tell him that I am sicke of loue.
I charge you therfore O ye daughters of Hierusalem, yf ye fynde my beloued, that ye tell hym howe that I am sicke for loue.
I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if ye find my beloved, that ye tell him, that I [am] sick of love.
I adjure you, daughters of Jerusalem, If you find my beloved, That you tell him that I am faint with love. Friends
I have adjured you, daughters of Jerusalem, If ye find my beloved -- What do ye tell him? that I `am' sick with love!
I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, If ye find my beloved, That ye tell him, that I am sick from love.
I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, If ye find my beloved, That ye tell him, that I am sick from love.
I say to you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if you see my loved one, what will you say to him? That I am overcome with love.
I adjure you, daughters of Jerusalem, If you find my beloved, that you tell him that I am faint with love. Friends
The Triumph of Love: The Beloved Praises Her LoverThe Beloved to the Maidens: I admonish you, O maidens of Jerusalem– If you find my beloved, what will you tell him? Tell him that I am lovesick!
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9 What makes your beloved better than another beloved, most beautiful among women? What makes your beloved better than another, that you should beg us so passionately?
10 My beloved is radiant and ruddy, outstanding among ten thousand.
1 On my bed at night, I sought the one my soul loves; I sought him, but I did not find him.
2 I will arise now and go about the city, through the streets and the squares; I will seek the one my soul loves. I sought him, but I did not find him.
3 The watchmen who patrol the city found me. "Have you seen the one my soul loves?"
4 Scarcely had I passed them when I found the one my soul loves. I held him and would not let him go until I had brought him to my mother’s house, to the room of the one who conceived me.
5 I adjure you, daughters of Jerusalem, by the gazelles and the does of the field: do not awaken or arouse love until it pleases.
6 Who is this coming up from the wilderness like columns of smoke, perfumed with myrrh and frankincense, with all the fragrant powders of the merchant?
3 His left hand is under my head, and his right hand embraces me.
4 I charge you, daughters of Jerusalem, do not awaken or stir up love until it pleases.
5 Who is this coming up from the wilderness, leaning on her beloved? Under the apple tree I awakened you. There your mother was in labor with you; there she who bore you was in labor.
6 Set me as a seal on your heart, as a seal on your arm, for love is as strong as death, jealousy is as fierce as the grave. Its flames are fiery flames, the very flame of the Lord.
5 Strengthen me with raisin cakes, refresh me with apples, for I am faint with love.
6 His left hand is under my head, and his right hand embraces me.
7 I charge you, daughters of Jerusalem, by the gazelles and the does of the field, not to awaken or stir up love until it pleases.
8 The voice of my beloved! Behold, he comes, leaping over the mountains, bounding over the hills.
9 My beloved is like a gazelle or a young stag. Behold, he stands behind our wall, gazing through the windows, peering through the lattice.
10 My beloved spoke and said to me, 'Arise, my love, my beautiful one, and come away.'
6 I opened to my beloved, but he had withdrawn and was gone. My soul failed when he spoke. I sought him, but I could not find him; I called him, but he did not answer.
7 The watchmen who go about the city found me; they struck me, they wounded me; the keepers of the walls took away my veil from me.
1 Where has your beloved gone, O most beautiful among women? Where has your beloved turned, that we may seek him with you?
2 My beloved has gone down to his garden, to the beds of spices, to graze in the gardens and to gather lilies.
3 I am my beloved’s, and my beloved is mine; he grazes among the lilies.
4 You are as beautiful as Tirzah, my love, as lovely as Jerusalem, as majestic as an army with banners.
5 Turn your eyes away from me, for they overwhelm me. Your hair is like a flock of goats descending from Gilead.
7 Tell me, you whom my soul loves, where you graze your flock, where you rest your sheep at midday. Why should I be like a veiled woman beside the flocks of your companions?
8 If you do not know, most beautiful of women, follow the tracks of the sheep and graze your young goats near the shepherds' tents.
9 I compare you, my love, to a mare among Pharaoh’s chariots.
10 Your mouth is like the finest wine, flowing smoothly for my beloved, gliding over the lips of those who are asleep.
1 I have entered my garden, my sister, my bride; I have gathered my myrrh with my spices. I have eaten my honeycomb with my honey; I have drunk my wine with my milk. Eat, friends, and drink; be intoxicated with love.
2 I was sleeping, but my heart was awake. I heard the sound of my beloved knocking: "Open to me, my sister, my darling, my dove, my perfect one, for my head is drenched with dew and my hair with the dampness of the night."
3 I have taken off my tunic; how can I put it back on? I have washed my feet; how can I dirty them again?
16 His mouth is sweetness itself; he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, this is my friend, daughters of Jerusalem.
13 You who dwell in the gardens, your companions are listening to your voice; let me hear it.
14 Hurry, my beloved, and be like a gazelle or a young stag on the mountains of spices.
9 You have captivated my heart, my sister, my bride; you have captivated my heart with one glance of your eyes, with one jewel of your necklace.
10 How beautiful is your love, my sister, my bride! How much better is your love than wine, and the fragrance of your oils than any spice!
4 Take me away with you—let us run! The king has brought me into his chambers. We will rejoice and be glad in you; we will celebrate your love more than wine. Rightly do they love you.
5 I am dark but lovely, daughters of Jerusalem, like the tents of Kedar, like the curtains of Solomon.
6 Your head crowns you like Mount Carmel, and the flowing locks of your hair are like royal purple. The king is captivated by its tresses.
13 My beloved is to me a sachet of myrrh resting between my breasts.
14 My beloved is to me a cluster of henna blossoms from the vineyards of En Gedi.
15 Behold, you are beautiful, my love! Behold, you are beautiful; your eyes are like doves.
14 My dove, in the clefts of the rock, in the secret places of the cliff, show me your face, let me hear your voice, for your voice is sweet, and your face is lovely.
1 Oh, that you were like a brother to me, one who nursed at my mother's breasts! If I found you outside, I would kiss you, and no one would despise me.
12 Come, my beloved, let us go out into the fields; let us lodge in the villages.
2 Like a lily among thorns, so is my love among the daughters.
6 Until the day breathes and the shadows flee, I will go to the mountain of myrrh and the hill of frankincense.
10 Who is this who looks down like the dawn, beautiful as the moon, bright as the sun, awe-inspiring as an army with banners?
16 My beloved is mine and I am his; he grazes among the lilies.