Song of Songs 2:2-8

Among the young women, my darling is like a lily among thorns! Among the young men, my lover is like an apple tree in the woods! I enjoy sitting in his shadow; his fruit is sweet to my taste. He brought me to the banquet room, and his banner over me is love. Strengthen me with raisins, and refresh me with apples, because I am weak with love. My lover’s left hand is under my head, and his right arm holds me tight. Women of Jerusalem, promise me by the gazelles and the deer not to awaken or excite my feelings of love until it is ready. I hear my lover’s voice. Here he comes jumping across the mountains, skipping over the hills.