I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, If ye find my beloved, That ye tell him, that I am sick from love.
I said, I will climb up into the palm-tree, I will take hold of the branches thereof: Let thy breasts be as clusters of the vine, And the smell of thy breath like apples,
And Jehovah said unto me, Go again, love a woman beloved of (her) friend, and an adulteress, even as Jehovah loveth the children of Israel, though they turn unto other gods, and love cakes of raisins.