Song of Solomon 2:4-12

⁴He brought me to the banqueting-house, And his banner over me was love.

⁵Stay ye me with raisins, refresh me with apples; For I am sick from love.

⁶His left hand is under my head, And his right hand doth embrace me.

⁷I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, By the roes, or by the hinds of the field, That ye stir not up, nor awake my love, Until he please.

⁸The voice of my beloved! behold, he cometh, Leaping upon the mountains, Skipping upon the hills.

⁹My beloved is like a roe or a young hart: Behold, he standeth behind our wall; He looketh in at the windows; He glanceth through the lattice.

¹⁰My beloved spake, and said unto me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.

¹¹For, lo, the winter is past; The rain is over and gone;

¹²The flowers appear on the earth; The time of the singing of birds is come, And the voice of the turtle-dove is heard in our land;