Song of Solomon 5:7–8

7 The watchmen found me

as they made their rounds in the city.

They beat me, they bruised me;

they took away my cloak,

those watchmen of the walls!

8 Daughters of Jerusalem, I charge you—

if you find my beloved,

what will you tell him?

Tell him I am faint with love.

7 The watchmen found me

as they went about in the city;

they beat me, they bruised me,

they took away my veil,

those watchmen of the walls.

8 I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem,

if you find my beloved,

that you tell him

I am sick with love.

7 The watchmen that went about the city found me,

They smote me, they wounded me;

The keepers of the walls took away my veil from me.

8 I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem,

If ye find my beloved, that ye tell him,

That I am sick of love.

7 The night watchmen found me

as they made their rounds.

They beat and bruised me

and stripped off my veil,

those watchmen on the walls.

8 Make this promise, O women of Jerusalem—

If you find my lover,

tell him I am weak with love.

7 The watchmen who went about the city found me.

They struck me, they wounded me;

The keepers of the walls

Took my veil away from me.

8 I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem,

If you find my beloved,

That you tell him I am lovesick!

7 The watchmen found me

as they patrolled the city.

They hit me and hurt me;

the guards on the wall took away my veil.

8 Promise me, women of Jerusalem,

if you find my lover,

tell him I am weak with love.

7 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.

8 I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem,

If ye find my beloved,

That ye tell him, that I am sick from love.

7 The watchmen that went about the city found me; They smote me, they wounded me; The keepers of the walls took away my veil from me. 8 I charge you, daughters of Jerusalem, If ye find my beloved, …What will ye tell him? —That I am sick of love.

7 The watchmen making their rounds in the city found me. 

They struck me! 

They wounded me! 

Those watchmen on the walls took my robe from me! 

8 Young women of Jerusalem, swear to me 

that if you find my beloved 

you will tell him I am hopelessly lovesick. 

7 Making their rounds in the city

the sentinels found me;

they beat me; they wounded me;

they took away my mantle,

those sentinels of the walls.

8 I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem,

if you find my beloved,

tell him this:

I am faint with love.

7 The sentinels making rounds in the city found me;

they beat me, they wounded me;

they took my cloak away from me—

those sentinels on the walls!

8 I adjure you, O maidens of Jerusalem,

if you find my beloved, what will you tell him?

Tell him that I am lovesick!

7 Those on guard duty found me

as they were walking around in the city.

They beat me. They hurt me.

Those on guard duty at the walls

took my coat away from me.

8 Women of Jerusalem, take an oath and make me a promise.

If you find the one who loves me,

tell him our love has made me weak.”

The other women say,

7 “The watchmen who make the rounds in the city found me,

They struck me and wounded me;

The guardsmen of the walls took away my shawl from me.

8 “I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem,

If you find my beloved,

As to what you will tell him:

For I am lovesick.”