4The king led me into the wine cellar; he ordained charity in me.
5Beset ye me with flowers, en-compass ye me with apples; for I am sick for love.
6His left hand is under mine head; and his right hand shall embrace me.
7Ye daughters of Jerusalem, I charge you greatly, by caprets, and harts of fields, that ye raise not, neither make to awake the dear-worthy spousess, till she will.