²⁸ But Jesus, turning to them, said, Daughters of Jerusalem, let not your weeping be for me, but for yourselves and for your children.

⁵ I am dark, but fair of form, O daughters of Jerusalem, as the tents of Kedar, as the curtains of Solomon.

⁷ I say to you, O daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes of the field, do not let love be moved till it is ready.

⁵ I say to you, O daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes of the field, let not love be moved till it is ready.

¹⁰ He made its pillars of silver, its base of gold, its seat of purple, the middle of it of ebony.

¹⁶ His mouth is most sweet; yes, he is all beautiful. This is my loved one, and this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.

⁴ I say to you, O daughters of Jerusalem, do not let love be moved till it is ready.