5Stay me up with flowers, compass me about with apples: because I languish with love.
6His left hand is under my head, and his right hand shall embrace me.
7I adjure you, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes, and the harts of the, fields, that you stir not up, nor make the beloved to awake, till she please.
8The voice of my beloved, behold he cometh leaping upon the mountains, skipping over the hills.
9My beloved is like a roe, or a young hart. Behold he standeth behind our wall, looking through the windows, looking through the lattices.
10Behold my beloved speaketh to me: Arise, make haste, my love, my dove, my beautiful one, and come.
11For winter is now past, the rain is over and gone.
12The flowers have appeared in our land, the time of pruning is come: the voice of the turtle is heard in our land:
13The fig tree hath put forth her green figs: the vines in flower yield their sweet smell. Arise, my love, my beautiful one, and come: