Song of Solomon 8:3-8

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

⁴I have charged you, ye daughters of Jerusalem, By the virtues of the field, That ye stir not up, nor awake my love, until he please.

⁵Who is this that comes up all white, Leaning on her kinsman? I raised thee up under an apple tree; There thy mother brought thee forth; There she that bore thee 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 the grave, Her shafts are shafts of fire, even the flames thereof.

⁷Much water will not be able to quench love, And rivers shall not drown it; If a man would give all his substance for love, Men would utterly despise it.

⁸Our sister is little, and has no breasts; What shall we do for our sister, In the day wherein she shall be spoken for?