Song of Solomon 8
3 Ref His left hand `is' under my head, And his right doth embrace me.
4 Ref I have adjured you, daughters of Jerusalem, How ye stir up, And how ye wake the love till she please!
5 Ref Who `is' this coming from the wilderness, Hasting herself for her beloved? Under the citron-tree I have waked thee, There did thy mother pledge thee, There she gave a pledge `that' bare thee.