4He brought me to the banqueting-house, and his banner over me was love.
5Strengthen me with flagons of wine, refresh me with apples; for sick of love am I.
6Oh that his left hand might be under my head, and that his right might embrace me.
7I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes, and by the hinds of the field, that ye awaken not, nor excite my love, till it please to come of itself.—