4 He hath brought me in unto a house of wine, And his banner over me 'is' love,
5 Sustain me with grape-cakes, Support me with citrons, for I 'am' sick with love.
6 His left hand 'is' under my head, And his right doth embrace me.
7 I have adjured you, daughters of Jerusalem, By the roes or by the hinds of the field, Stir not up nor wake the love till she please!
8 The voice of my beloved! lo, this -- he is coming, Leaping on the mountains, skipping on the hills.
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