Cantares 5

Sein Haupt ist das feinste Gold. Seine Locken sind kraus, schwarz wie ein Rabe.

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.