5 Sustain me with raisin cakes, refresh me with apples— for I am weak with love.
6 His left hand is under my head and his right hand embraces me.
7 Daughters of Jerusalem, I charge you, by the gazelles and does of the field: Do not arouse or awaken love until it delights.
8 The voice of my lover! Behold, he is coming— leaping over the mountains, springing over the hills!
9 My lover is like a gazelle or a young buck among the stags. Look! He is standing behind our wall— gazing through the windows, peering through the lattice.
10 In response my lover said to me: “Get yourself up, my darling, my pretty one, and come, come!
11 For behold, the winter has past, the rain is over, it has gone.