3. As a citron among trees of the forest, So [is] my beloved among the sons, In his shade I delighted, and sat down, And his fruit [is] sweet to my palate.
4. He hath brought me in unto a house of wine, And his banner over me [is] love,
5. Sustain me with grape-cakes, Support me with citrons, for I [am] sick with love.
6. His left hand [is] under my head, And his right doth embrace me.
7. I have adjured you, daughters of Jerusalem, By the roes or by the hinds of the field, Stir not up nor wake the love till she please!