As the apple-tree among the trees of the wood, So is my beloved among the sons. I sat down under his shadow with great delight, And his fruit was sweet to my taste.
He brought me to the banqueting-house, And his banner over me was love.
SONG 2:3–4
Stay ye me with raisins, refresh me with apples; For I am sick from love.
His left hand is under my head, And his right hand doth embrace me.