Song of Solomon 2:5-9

⁵Sustain ye me with raisin-cakes, Refresh 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, daughters of Jerusalem, By the gazelles, or by the hinds of the field, That ye stir not up, nor awake my love, till he please.

⁸The voice of my beloved! Behold, he cometh Leaping upon the mountains, Skipping upon the hills.

⁹My beloved is like a gazelle or a young hart. Behold, he standeth behind our wall, He looketh in through the windows, Glancing through the lattice.