Tomás Luis de Victoria’s “Vadam et circuibo”

I will arise 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 found him not.
I charge ye, O daughters of Jerusalem,
if ye find my beloved, that ye tell him,
that I am sick of love.
What is thy beloved more than another,
that thou dost so charge us?
My beloved is white
and ruddy, the chiefest among ten thousand.
This is my beloved and this is my friend,
O daughters of Jerusalem.
Whither is thy beloved gone,
O thou fairest among women?
Whither is thy beloved turned aside,
that we may seek him with thee?
He has gone up into the palm tree
and taken the fruit thereof.