Song of Songs 2:5-13

⁵Strengthen me with perfumes, stay me with apples: for I am wounded with love.

⁶His left hand shall be under my head, and his right hand shall embrace me.

⁷I have charged you, you° daughters of Jerusalem, by the powers and by the virtues of the field, that you° do not rouse or wake my love, until he please.

⁸The voice of my kinsman! behold, he comes leaping over the mountains, bounding over the hills.

⁹My kinsman is like a roe or a young hart on the mountains of Baethel: behold, he is behind our wall, looking through the windows, peeping through the lattices.

¹⁰My kinsman answers, and says to me, Rise up, come, my companion, my fair one, my dove.

¹¹For, behold, the winter is past, the rain is gone, it has departed.

¹²The flowers are seen in the land; the time of pruning has arrived; the voice of the turtle-dove has been heard in our land.

¹³The fig tree has put forth its young figs, the vines put forth the tender grape, they yield a smell: arise, come, my companion, my fair one, my dove; yes, come.