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Let his left hand be under my head,
    and let his right hand embrace me.

Swear to me, young women of Jerusalem,
    that you won’t awaken or arouse love
        before its proper time![a]

The Young Women

Who is this coming up from the desert,
    leaning on her beloved?

The Loved One

Under the apple tree[b] I awakened you.
    There your mother had gone into labor with you;
        there she went into labor and gave birth to you.

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Footnotes

  1. Song of Solomon 8:4 Lit. until it pleases
  2. Song of Solomon 8:5 Or apricot tree