3 Like the finest apple tree in the orchardis my lover among other young men.I sit in his delightful shadeand taste his delicious fruit.
4 He escorts me to the banquet hall;it’s obvious how much he loves me.
5 Strengthen me with raisin cakes,refresh me with apples,for I am weak with love.
6 His left arm is under my head,and his right arm embraces me.
7 Promise me, O women of Jerusalem,by the gazelles and wild deer,not to awaken love until the time is right.
8 Ah, I hear my lover coming!He is leaping over the mountains,bounding over the hills.
9 My lover is like a swift gazelleor a young stag.Look, there he is behind the wall,looking through the window,peering into the room.