Come, we are filled `with' loves till the morning, We delight ourselves in loves.
`Thou dost not commit adultery.
I sprinkled my bed -- myrrh, aloes, and cinnamon.
For the man is not in his house, He hath gone on a long journey.
`Stolen waters are sweet, And hidden bread is pleasant.'
and a man hath lain with her `with' the seed of copulation, and it hath been hid from the eyes of her husband, and concealed, and she hath been defiled, and there is no witness against her, and she hath not been caught,