Like the finest apple tree in the orchard
is my lover among other young men.
I sit in his delightful shade
and taste his delicious fruit.
He escorts me to the banquet hall;
it’s obvious how much he loves me.
Strengthen me with raisin cakes,
refresh me with apples,
for I am weak with love.
His left arm is under my head,
and his right arm embraces me.
Promise me, O women of Jerusalem,
by the gazelles and wild deer,
not to awaken love until the time is right.[b]
Ah, I hear my lover coming!
He is leaping over the mountains,
bounding over the hills.
My lover is like a swift gazelle
or a young stag.
Look, there he is behind the wall,
looking through the window,
peering into the room.
-Song of Solomon 2:3-9 NLT
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