THE SHULAMITE.
3 As an apple-tree among the wild trees,
So is my beloved among the youths. [[142]]
I delight to sit beneath its shade,
For delicious is its fruit to my taste.
4 He led me into that bower of delight,
And overshaded me with love.
5 Oh, strengthen me with grape-cakes, [[143]]
Refresh me with apples,
For I am sick with love!