Daughters of Jerusalem,(A)
I am dark like the tents of Kedar,(B)
yet lovely(C) like the curtains of Solomon.

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I am black, but comely, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, as the tents of Kedar, as the curtains of Solomon.

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Young women of Jerusalem, I charge you
by the gazelles and the wild does of the field,
do not stir up or awaken love
until the appropriate time.[a](A)

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Footnotes

  1. 2:7 Lit until it pleases

I charge you, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes, and by the hinds of the field, that ye stir not up, nor awake my love, till he please.

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