With great delight I sat in his shadow,
and his fruit was sweet to my taste.
He brought me to the banqueting house,
and his banner over me was love.
Sustain me with raisins;
refresh me with apples,
for I am sick with love.
His left hand is under my head,
and his right hand embraces me!
by the gazelles or the does of the field,
that you not stir up or awaken love
until it pleases.
Song 2
— Jan 12, 2026 12:42PM
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