3 My lover, among other men, you are an apple tree among the wild trees in the forest! I enjoy sitting in my lover’s shadow; his fruit is so sweet to my taste.
4 My lover took me to the wine house; his intent toward me was love.
5 Strengthen me with raisins; refresh me with apples, because I am weak with love.
6 My lover’s left arm is under my head, and his right arm holds me.
7 Women of Jerusalem, promise me by the gazelles and wild deer, don’t awaken love, don’t arouse love, until I am ready.
8 I hear my lover’s voice. Here it comes, jumping over the mountains, skipping over the hills.
9 My lover is like a gazelle or a young deer. Look at him standing behind our wall, staring out the window, looking through the lattice.