He has brought me to his
banquet hall, And his banner over me is love.
Refresh me with raisin cakes, Sustain me with apples, Because I am lovesick.
His left hand is under my head, And his right hand embraces me.'
'Swear to me, you daughters of Jerusalem, By the gazelles or by the does of the field, That you will not disturb or awaken my
love Until she pleases.'
'Listen! My beloved! Behold, he is coming, Leaping on the mountains, Jumping on the hills!
My beloved is like a gazelle or a young stag. Behold, he is standing behind our wall, He is looking through the windows, He is peering through the lattice.
'My beloved responded and said to me, ‘Arise, my darling, my beautiful one, And come along.