Song of Solomon 2:4-13

⁴Hee brought mee into the wine cellar, and loue was his banner ouer me.

⁵Stay me with flagons, and comfort me with apples: for I am sicke of loue.

⁶His left hande is vnder mine head, and his right hand doeth imbrace me.

⁷I charge you, O daughters of Ierusalem, by the roes and by the hindes of the fielde, that ye stirre not vp, nor waken my loue, vntill she please.

⁸It is the voyce of my welbeloued: beholde, hee commeth leaping by the mountaines, and skipping by the hilles.

⁹My welbeloued is like a roe, or a yong hart: loe, he standeth behinde our wall, looking forth of the windowes, shewing him selfe through the grates.

¹⁰My welbeloued spake and said vnto me, Arise, my loue, my faire one, and come thy way.

¹¹For beholde, winter is past: the raine is changed, and is gone away.

¹²The flowers appeare in the earth: the time of the singing of birdes is come, and the voyce of the turtle is heard in our land.

¹³The figtree hath brought foorth her yong figges: and the vines with their small grapes haue cast a sauour: arise my loue, my faire one, and come away.