American Standard Version
"I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, If ye find my beloved, That ye tell him, that I am sick from love. "
— Song Of Solomon 5:8, American Standard Version
“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”
“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!”
“I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if you find my beloved, that you tell him that I languish with 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 charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if ye find my beloved, that ye tell him, that I am sick of love.”
I rose up to open to my beloved; And my hands dropped with myrrh, And my fingers with liquid myrrh, Upon the handles of the bolt.
I opened to my beloved; But my beloved had withdrawn himself, and was gone. My soul had failed me when he spake: I sought him, but I could not find him; I called him, but he gave me no answer.
The watchmen that go about the city found me, They smote me, they wounded me; The keepers of the walls took away my mantle from me.
I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, If ye find my beloved, That ye tell him, that I am sick from love.
What is thy beloved more than another beloved, O thou fairest among women? What is thy beloved more than another beloved, That thou dost so adjure us?
My beloved is white and ruddy, The chiefest among ten thousand.
His head isasthe most fine gold; His locks are bushy, and black as a raven.