⁸ I have adjured you, daughters of Jerusalem, If ye find my beloved -- What do ye tell him? that I `am' sick with love!

⁷ I have adjured you, daughters of Jerusalem, By the roes or by the hinds of the field, Stir not up nor wake the love till she please!

⁵ Sustain me with grape-cakes, Support me with citrons, for I `am' sick with love.

¹ To the Overseer. -- An Instruction. By sons of Korah. As a hart doth pant for streams of water, So my soul panteth toward Thee, O God.

² My soul thirsted for God, for the living God, When do I enter and see the face of God?

³ My tear hath been to me bread day and night, In their saying unto me all the day, `Where `is' thy God?'

¹⁶ Be confessing to one another the trespasses, and be praying for one another, that ye may be healed; very strong is a working supplication of a righteous man;

¹ Brethren, if a man also may be overtaken in any trespass, ye who `are' spiritual restore such a one in a spirit of meekness, considering thyself -- lest thou also may be tempted;

² of one another the burdens bear ye, and so fill up the law of the Christ,

³⁰ And I call upon you, brethren, through our Lord Jesus Christ, and through the love of the Spirit, to strive together with me in the prayers for me unto God,

⁴ I have adjured you, daughters of Jerusalem, How ye stir up, And how ye wake the love till she please!

⁵ I have adjured you, daughters of Jerusalem, By the roes or by the hinds of the field, Stir not up nor wake the love till she please!

⁸¹ `Kaph.' Consumed for Thy salvation hath been my soul, For Thy word I have hoped.

⁸² Consumed have been mine eyes for Thy word, Saying, `When doth it comfort me?'

⁸³ For I have been as a bottle in smoke, Thy statutes I have not forgotten.

¹ To the Overseer, for Jeduthun. -- A Psalm of Asaph. My voice `is' to God, and I cry, my voice `is' to God, And He hath given ear unto me.

² In a day of my distress the Lord I sought, My hand by night hath been spread out, And it doth not cease, My soul hath refused to be comforted.

³ I remember God, and make a noise, I meditate, and feeble is my spirit. Selah.

¹ A Psalm of David, in his being in the wilderness of Judah. O God, Thou `art' my God, earnestly do I seek Thee, Thirsted for Thee hath my soul, Longed for Thee hath my flesh, In a land dry and weary, without waters.

² So in the sanctuary I have seen Thee, To behold Thy strength and Thine honour.

³ Because better `is' Thy kindness than life, My lips do praise Thee.