Song of Solomon 8:3-9

³His left hand is under my head, And his right hand embraceth me.

⁴Lov. I charge you, O ye daughters of Jerusalem! That ye stir not up, nor awake my love, Till she please!

⁵Lad. Who is this that cometh up from the wilderness, Leaning upon her beloved? M. Under the apple-tree I awakened thee; There thy mother brought thee forth; There she that bore thee brought thee forth!

⁶O set me as a seal upon thy heart, As a seal upon thine arm! For love is strong as death; True love is firm as the grave: Its flames are flames of fire, The fire of Jehovah.

⁷Many waters cannot quench love, Nor can floods drown it. Would a man give all the wealth of his house for love, It would be utterly contemned.

⁸Br. We have a sister who is yet young; She is yet without breasts. What shall we do with our sister, When she shall be spoken for?

⁹If she be a wall, We will build upon it a silver tower; If she be an open gate, We will inclose her with planks of cedar.