Song:2:4: He brought me to the banqueting house, and his banner over me was love.
Song:2:5: Stay me with flagons, comfort me with apples: for I am sick of love.
Song:2:6: His left hand is under my head, and his right hand doth embrace me.
Song:2:7: I charge you, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes, and by the hinds of the field, that ye stir not up, nor awake my love, till he please.
Song:2:8: The voice of my beloved! behold, he cometh leaping upon the mountains, skipping upon the hills.
Song:2:9: My beloved is like a roe or a young hart: behold, he standeth behind our wall, he looketh forth at the windows, shewing himself through the lattice.
Song:2:10: My beloved spake, and said unto me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.
Song:2:11: For, lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone;
Song:2:12: The flowers appear on the earth; the time of the singing of birds is come, and the voice of the turtle is heard in our land;
Song:2:13: The fig tree putteth forth her green figs, and the vines with the tender grape give a good smell. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.
Song:2:14: O my dove, that art in the clefts of the rock, in the secret places of the stairs, let me see thy countenance, let me hear thy voice; for sweet is thy voice, and thy countenance is comely.
Song:2:15: Take us the foxes, the little foxes, that spoil the vines: for our vines have tender grapes.
Song:2:16: My beloved is mine, and I am his: he feedeth among the lilies.
Song:2:17: Until the day break, and the shadows flee away, turn, my beloved, and be thou like a roe or a young hart upon the mountains of Bether.
Song:3:1: By night on my bed I sought him whom my soul loveth: I sought him, but I found him not.
Song:3:2: I will rise now, and go about the city in the streets, and in the broad ways I will seek him whom my soul loveth: I sought him, but I found him not.
Song:3:3: The watchmen that go about the city found me: to whom I said, Saw ye him whom my soul loveth?
Song:3:4: It was but a little that I passed from them, but I found him whom my soul loveth: I held him, and would not let him go, until I had brought him into my motherís house, and into the chamber of her that conceived me.
Song:3:5: I charge you, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes, and by the hinds of the field, that ye stir not up, nor awake my love, till he please.
Song:3:6: Who is this that cometh out of the wilderness like pillars of smoke, perfumed with myrrh and frankincense, with all powders of the merchant?
Song:3:7: Behold his bed, which is Solomonís; threescore valiant men are about it, of the valiant of Israel.