Song of Solomon 8:3-8

³Oh that his left hand might be under my head, and that his right hand might embrace me.

⁴I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, why will ye awaken, and why will ye excite my love, until it please to come of itself?—

⁵Who is this that cometh up from the wilderness, leaning upon her friend?—Under the apple-tree have I waked thee up; there thy mother brought thee forth; there brought thee forth she that bore thee.

⁶Set me as a seal upon thy heart, as a seal upon thy arm; for strong as death is love; violent like the nether world is jealousy; its heat is the heat of fire, a flame of God.

⁷Many waters are not able to quench love, nor can the rivers flood it away: if a man were to give all the wealth of his house for love, men would utterly despise him.—

⁸We have a little sister, and she hath yet no breasts: what shall we do for our sister on the day when she shall be spoken for?