^{3 Ref} His left hand `should be' under my head, And his right hand should embrace me.

^{4 Ref} I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, That ye stir not up, nor awake `my' love, Until he please.

^{5 Ref} Who is this that cometh up from the wilderness, Leaning upon her beloved? Under the apple-tree I awakened thee: There thy mother was in travail with thee, There was she in travail that brought thee forth.