The Song of Solomon 2:5-9

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, ye daughters of Jerusalem, by the powers and by the virtues of the field, that ye 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 Bæthel: behold, he is behind our wall, looking through the windows, peeping through the lattices.