⁷ Daughters of Jerusalem, I charge you^(A)
    by the gazelles and by the does of the field:
Do not arouse or awaken love
    until it so desires.^(B)

¹⁴ My dove^(A) in the clefts of the rock,
    in the hiding places on the mountainside,
show me your face,
    let me hear your voice;
for your voice is sweet,
    and your face is lovely.^(B)

³ Your lips are like a scarlet ribbon;
    your mouth^(A) is lovely.^(B)
Your temples behind your veil
    are like the halves of a pomegranate.^(C)

⁸ Daughters of Jerusalem, I charge you^(A)—
    if you find my beloved,^(B)
what will you tell him?
    Tell him I am faint with love.^(C)