He brought me to the banqueting
house,
And his banner over me was love.
Sustain me with cakes of raisins, Refresh me with apples, For I am lovesick.
Sustain me with cakes of raisins, Refresh me with apples, For I am lovesick.
His left hand is under
my head,
And his right hand embraces me.
I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, By the gazelles or by the does of the field, Do not stir up nor awaken love Until it pleases.
I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, By the gazelles or by the does of the field, Do not stir up nor awaken love Until it pleases.
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