^{3 Ref} His left hand would be under my head. His right hand would embrace me.

^{4 Ref} I adjure you, daughters of Jerusalem, That you not stir up, nor awaken love, Until it so desires. Friends

^{5 Ref} Who is this who comes up from the wilderness, Leaning on her beloved? Under the apple tree I aroused you. There your mother conceived you. There she was in labor and bore you.