4 He brought me to the banqueting house,and his banner over me was love.
5 Stay me with flagons,comfort me with apples:for I am sick of love.
6 His left hand is under my head,and his right hand doth embrace me.
7 I charge you, O ye daughters of Jerusalem,by the roes, and by the hinds of the field,that ye stir not up, nor awake my love,till he please.
8 The voice of my beloved!Behold, he comethleaping upon the mountains,skipping upon the hills.
9 My beloved is like a roe or a young hart:behold, he standeth behind our wall,he looketh forth at the windows,showing himself through the lattice.
10 My beloved spake, and said unto me,Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.