Song of Solomon 8:3-5

Douay-Rheims 1899 American Edition

³ His left hand under my head, and his right hand shall embrace me.

⁴ I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, that you stir not up, nor awake my love till she please.

⁵ Who is this that cometh up from the desert, flowing with delights, leaning upon her beloved? Under the apple tree I raised thee up: there thy mother was corrupted, there she was defloured that bore thee.