Tell me, O thou whom my soul loveth, Where thou feedest (thy flock), Where thou makest (it) to rest at noon: For why should I be as one that is veiled Beside the flocks of thy companions?
If thou know not, O thou fairest among women, Go thy way forth by the footsteps of the flock, And feed thy kids beside the shepherds' tents.
By night on my bed I sought him whom my soul loveth: I sought him, but I found him not.
(I said), I will rise now, and go about the city; In the streets and in the broad ways I will seek him whom my soul loveth: I sought him, but I found him not.
I opened to my beloved; But my beloved had withdrawn himself, (and) was gone. My soul had failed me when he spake: I sought him, but I could not find him; I called him, but he gave me no answer.
The watchmen that go about the city found me, They smote me, they wounded me; The keepers of the walls took away my mantle from me.
I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, If ye find my beloved, That ye tell him, that I am sick from love.