[a]His left hand shall be under mine head, and his right hand shall embrace me.

[b]I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, that you stir not up, nor waken my love until she please.

(Who is this that cometh up out of the wilderness, leaning upon her well-beloved?) I raised thee up under an apple tree: there the mother conceived thee: there she conceived that bare thee.

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