Cantares 5

I opened the bolt of my door to my beloved. But he had turned aside and had gone away. My soul melted when he spoke. I sought him, and did not find him. I called, and he did not answer me.

Yo os conjuro, oh doncellas de Jerusalem, si hallareis á mi amado, que le hagáis saber como de amor estoy enferma.

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

I adjure you, daughters of Jerusalem, If you find my beloved, that you tell him that I am faint with love.