(The Shulammite Bride)
“Like an apple tree [rare and welcome] among the trees of the forest,
So is my beloved among the young men!
In his shade I took great delight and sat down,
And his fruit was sweet and delicious to my palate.

“Let his left hand be under my head
And his right hand embrace me.”

“Your lips, my [promised] bride, drip honey [as the honeycomb];
Honey and milk are under your tongue,
And the fragrance of your garments is like the fragrance of Lebanon.

“Let his left hand be under my head
And his right hand embrace me.”

(The Chorus)
“Who is this coming up from the wilderness
Leaning upon her beloved?”