4He brought me to the banqueting house, and his banner over me was love.
5Stay ye me with raisins, comfort me with apples: for I am sick of love.
6His left hand is under my head, and his right hand doth embrace me.
7I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes, and by the hinds of the field, that ye stir not up, nor awaken love, until it please.
8The voice of my beloved! behold, he cometh, leaping upon the mountains, skipping upon the hills.