I am a flower of Sharon,
a lily of the valleys.
Like a lily among thorns,
so is my friend among women.
Like an apple tree among the trees of the woods,
so is my lover among men.
In his shadow I delight to sit,
and his fruit is sweet to my taste.
He brought me to the banquet hall
and his glance at me signaled love.
Strengthen me with raisin cakes,
refresh me with apples,
for I am sick with love.
His left hand is under my head
and his right arm embraces me.
I adjure you, Daughters of Jerusalem,
by the gazelles and the does of the field,
Do not awaken, or stir up love
until it is ready.
-- Song of Songs 2:1-7