Song of Solomon 8:3-10

³His left hand would be under my head, and his right hand about me.

⁴I say to you, O daughters of Jerusalem, do not let love be moved till it is ready.

⁵Who is this, who comes up from the waste places, resting on her loved one? It was I who made you awake under the apple-tree, where your mother gave you birth; there she was in pain at your birth.

⁶Put me as a sign on your heart, as a sign on your arm; love is strong as death, and wrath bitter as the underworld: its coals are coals of fire; violent are its flames.

⁷Much water may not put out love, or the deep waters overcome it: if a man would give all the substance of his house for love, it would be judged a price not great enough.

⁸We have a young sister, and she has no breasts; what are we to do for our sister in the day when she is given to a man?

⁹If she is a wall, we will make on her a strong base of silver; and if she is a door, we will let her be shut up with cedar-wood.

¹⁰I am a wall, and my breasts are like towers; then was I in his eyes as one to whom good chance had come.