Song of Solomon 8:2-5

²I would lead thee, and bring thee into my mother’s house, who would instruct me: I would cause thee to drink of spiced wine, of the juice of my pomegranate.

³His left hand should be under my head, And his right hand should embrace me.

⁴I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, That ye stir not up, nor awake my love, until he please.

⁵Who is this that cometh up from the wilderness, Leaning upon her beloved? I raised thee up under the apple tree: There thy mother brought thee forth: There she brought thee forth that bare thee.