4He brought me to the banqueting house, And his banner over me was love.
5Stay me with flagons, comfort me with apples: For I am sick of love.
6His left hand is under my head, And his right hand doth embrace me.
7I charge you, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, By the roes, and by the hinds of the field, That ye stir not up, nor awake my love, till he please.