Like an apple tree among the trees of the forest
is my lover among the young men
I delight to sit in his shade
and his fruit is sweet to my taste
he has taken me to the banquet hall
and his banner over me is love
strengthens me with raisins
refreshes me with apples
for I am faint with love
his left arm is under my head
and his right arm embraces me
daughters of Jerusalem, I charge you
by the gazelles and by the does of the field:
Do not arouse or awaken love until it so desires.

Song of Songs 2:3-7