2 ³ As an apple tree among the trees of the wood,
so is my beloved among young men.
With great delight I sat in his shadow,
and his fruit was sweet to my taste.
2 ⁴ He brought me to the banqueting house,
and his banner over me was love.
2 ⁵ Sustain me with raisins,
refresh me with apples;
for I am sick with love.
2 ⁶ O that his left hand were under my head,
and that his right hand embraced me!
2 ⁷ I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem,
by the gazelles or the hinds of the field,
that you stir not up nor awaken love until it please.