Song of Solomon 8:3-7

³His left hand should be under my head, And his right hand should embrace me.

⁴I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, That ye stir not up, nor awake my love, Until he please.

⁵Who is this that cometh up from the wilderness, Leaning upon her beloved? Under the apple-tree I awakened thee: There thy mother was in travail with thee, There was she in travail that brought thee forth.

⁶Set me as a seal upon thy heart, As a seal upon thine arm: For love is strong as death; Jealousy is cruel as Sheol; The flashes thereof are flashes of fire, A very flame of Jehovah.

⁷Many waters cannot quench love, Neither can floods drown it: If a man would give all the substance of his house for love, He would utterly be contemned.