Song of Solomon 2:5-9

⁵Sustain me with grape-cakes, Support me with citrons, for I am sick with love.

⁶His left hand is under my head, And his right doth embrace me.

⁷I have adjured you, daughters of Jerusalem, By the roes or by the hinds of the field, Stir not up nor wake the love till she please!

⁸The voice of my beloved! lo, this — he is coming, Leaping on the mountains, skipping on the hills.

⁹My beloved is like to a roe, Or to a young one of the harts. Lo, this — he is standing behind our wall, Looking from the windows, Blooming from the lattice.