Song of Songs

Like an apple tree among trees of the forest, so is my beloved among the youths.
I delight to sit in his shade, and his fruit is sweet to my mouth.
He brought me to the banquet room and his banner of love was over me.
“Sustain me with raisin cakes, refresh me with apples,
For I am faint with love.”
His left hand was under my head, his right arm embraced me.
I adjure you, O maidens of Jerusalem, by gazelles or by hinds of the field:
Do not wake or rouse love until it please!
Bible with wedding rings
Hark! My Beloved! There he comes leaping over mountains, bounding over hills.
My beloved is like a gazelle or like a young stag.
There he stands behind our wall, gazing through the window, peering through the lattice.
My beloved spoke thus to me, arise, my darling; my fair one, come away!
For now the winter is past, the rains are over and gone.
The blossoms have appeared in the land, the time of pruning has come;
The song of the turtledove is heard in our land.
The green figs form on a fig tree, the vines in blossom give off fragrance.
Arise, my darling; my fair one, come away.

What a beautiful poem. And, it’s in the Bible. Song of Songs 2:3-13.

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