As the apple tree among the trees of the wood, so is my beloved among the sons. I sat down under his shadow with great delight, and his fruit was sweet to my taste.

His left hand [is] under my head, and his right hand embraces me.

For, lo, the winter is past. The rain is over and gone.

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

Who is this who comes up from the wilderness, leaning upon her beloved? Under the apple tree I awoke thee. There thy mother was in travail with thee. There she who brought thee forth was in travail.