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.