Song of Songs 5:8,16 - Compare All Versions

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Daughters of Jerusalem, I charge you— if you find my beloved, what will you tell him? Tell him I am faint with love.

His mouth is sweetness itself; he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, this is my friend, daughters of Jerusalem.

I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if you find my beloved, that you tell him I am sick with love.

His mouth is most sweet, and he is altogether desirable. This is my beloved and this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.

Make this promise, O women of Jerusalem— If you find my lover, tell him I am weak with love.

His mouth is sweetness itself; he is desirable in every way. Such, O women of Jerusalem, is my lover, my friend.

Young women of Jerusalem, I charge you,  if you find my love, tell him that I am lovesick.

His mouth is sweetness. He is absolutely desirable.  This is my love, and this is my friend, young women of Jerusalem.

I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, If ye find my beloved, That ye tell him, that I am sick of love.

His mouth is most sweet: Yea, he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, and this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.

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

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

I beg you, sisters in Jerusalem— if you find my lover, Please tell him I want him, that I’m heartsick with love for him.

My dear lover glows with health— red-blooded, radiant! He’s one in a million. There’s no one quite like him! My golden one, pure and untarnished, with raven black curls tumbling across his shoulders. His eyes are like doves, soft and bright, but deep-set, brimming with meaning, like wells of water. His face is rugged, his beard smells like sage, His voice, his words, warm and reassuring. Fine muscles ripple beneath his skin, quiet and beautiful. His torso is the work of a sculptor, hard and smooth as ivory. He stands tall, like a cedar, strong and deep-rooted, A rugged mountain of a man, aromatic with wood and stone. His words are kisses, his kisses words. Everything about him delights me, thrills me through and through! That’s my lover, that’s my man, dear Jerusalem sisters.

“Swear to me, you daughters of Jerusalem, If you find my beloved, As to what you will tell him: For I am lovesick.”

“His mouth is full of sweetness. And he is wholly desirable. This is my beloved and this is my friend, You daughters of Jerusalem.”

“I command that you take an oath, O daughters of Jerusalem, If you find my beloved, As to what you tell him— [Say that] I am sick from love [sick from being without him].” [Ps 63:1]

“His mouth is full of sweetness; Yes, he is altogether lovely and desirable. This is my beloved and this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.” [Ps 92:15; Col 1:15]

O maidens of Jerusalem, I command you – If you find my beloved, what will you tell him? Tell him that I am lovesick!

His mouth is very sweet; he is totally desirable. This is my beloved! This is my companion, O maidens of Jerusalem!