5 Sustain me with cakes of raisins,Refresh me with apples,For I am lovesick.
6 His left hand is under my head,And his right hand embraces me.
7 I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem,By the gazelles or by the does of the field,Do not stir up nor awaken loveUntil it pleases.
8 The voice of my beloved!Behold, he comesLeaping upon the mountains,Skipping upon the hills.
9 My beloved is like a gazelle or a young stag.Behold, he stands behind our wall;He is looking through the windows,Gazing through the lattice.
10 My beloved spoke, and said to me:“Rise up, my love, my fair one,And come away.
11 For lo, the winter is past,The rain is over and gone.