Draw me away!

The Daughters of Jerusalem

We will run after you.

The Shulamite

The king has brought me into his chambers.

The Daughters of Jerusalem

We will be glad and rejoice in you. We will remember your love more than wine.

The Shulamite

Rightly do they love you.

I am dark, but lovely, O daughters of Jerusalem, Like the tents of Kedar, Like the curtains of Solomon.

The Daughters of Jerusalem

We will make you ornaments of gold With studs of silver.

The Shulamite to the Daughters of Jerusalem

He brought me to the banqueting house, And his banner over me was love.

I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, By the gazelles or by the does of the field, Do not stir up nor awaken love Until it pleases.

I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, By the gazelles or by the does of the field, Do not stir up nor awaken love Until it pleases.

He made its pillars of silver, Its support of gold, Its seat of purple, Its interior paved with love By the daughters of Jerusalem.

I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, If you find my beloved, That you tell him I am lovesick!

The Daughters of Jerusalem

What is your beloved More than another beloved, O fairest among women? What is your beloved More than another beloved, That you so charge us?

His mouth is most sweet, Yes, he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, And this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem!

I Am My Beloved’s

The Daughters of Jerusalem

Where has your beloved gone, O fairest among women? Where has your beloved turned aside, That we may seek him with you?

(To the Daughters of Jerusalem)

His left hand is under my head, And his right hand embraces me.

I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, Do not stir up nor awaken love Until it pleases.