American Standard Version
" I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, That ye stir not up, nor awake my love, Until he please. "
— Song Of Solomon 8:4, American Standard Version
“I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, that ye stir not up, nor awake my love, until he please.”
“I adjure you, daughters of Jerusalem, that you not stir up, nor awaken love, until it so desires. Friends”
“The Beloved to the Maidens: I admonish you, O maidens of Jerusalem:“Do not arouse or awaken love until it pleases!””
“I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, that you stir not up, nor awake my love till she please.”
“I say to you, O daughters of Jerusalem, do not let love be moved till it is ready.”
“I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, that ye stir not up, nor awake my love, until he please.”
Oh that thou wert as my brother, That sucked the breasts of my mother! WhenI should find thee without, I would kiss thee; Yea, and none would despise me.
I would lead thee, and bring thee into my mother’s house, Who would instruct me; I would cause thee to drink of spiced wine, Of the juice of my pomegranate.
His left handshould beunder my head, And his right hand should embrace me.
I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, That ye stir not up, nor awake my love, Until he please.
Who is this that cometh up from the wilderness, Leaning upon her beloved? Under the apple-tree I awakened thee: There thy mother was in travail with thee, There was she in travail that brought thee forth.
Set me as a seal upon thy heart, As a seal upon thine arm: For love is strong as death; Jealousy is cruel as Sheol; The flashes thereof are flashes of fire, A very flame of Jehovah.
Many waters cannot quench love, Neither can floods drown it: If a man would give all the substance of his house for love, He would utterly be contemned.