5. Strengthen me with raisin cakes,refresh me with apples,for I am sick with love.
6. His left hand is under my headand his right arm embraces me.
7. I adjure you, Daughters of Jerusalem,by the gazelles and the does of the field,Do not awaken, or stir up loveuntil it is ready.
8. W The sound of my lover! here he comesspringing across the mountains,leaping across the hills.
9. My lover is like a gazelleor a young stag.See! He is standing behind our wall,gazing through the windows,peering through the lattices.
10. My lover speaks and says to me,M “Arise, my friend, my beautiful one,and come!