NET Bible
"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!"
— Song Of Solomon 5:8, NET Bible
“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, O daughters of Jerusalem, If ye find my beloved, That ye tell him, that I am sick from love. ”
“I adjure you, daughters of Jerusalem, If you find my beloved, that you tell him that I am faint with love. Friends”
“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 arose to open for my beloved; my hands dripped with myrrh– my fingers flowed with myrrh on the handles of the lock.
I opened for my beloved, but my lover had already turned and gone away. I fell into despair when he departed. I looked for him but did not find him; I called him but he did not answer me.
The watchmen found me as they made their rounds in the city. They beat me, they bruised me; they took away my cloak, those watchmen on the walls!
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!
The Maidens to The Beloved: Why is your beloved better than others, O most beautiful of women? Why is your beloved better than others, that you would admonish us in this manner?
The Beloved to the Maidens: My beloved is dazzling and ruddy; he stands out in comparison to all other men.
His head is like the purest gold. His hair is curly– black like a raven.