Song of Solomon 8:4-13

⁴I charge 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? I raised thee up under the apple tree: There thy mother brought thee forth: There she brought thee forth that bare thee.

⁶Set me as a seal upon thine heart, As a seal upon thine arm: For love is strong as death; Jealousy is cruel as the grave: The coals thereof are coals of fire, Which hath a most vehement flame.

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

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

⁹If she be a wall, we will build upon her a palace of silver: And if she be a door, we will inclose her with boards of cedar.

¹⁰I am a wall, and my breasts like towers: Then was I in his eyes as one that found favour.

¹¹Solomon had a vineyard at Baal-hamon; He let out the vineyard unto keepers; Every one for the fruit thereof was to bring a thousand pieces of silver.

¹²My vineyard, which is mine, is before me: Thou, O Solomon, must have a thousand, And those that keep the fruit thereof two hundred.

¹³Thou that dwellest in the gardens, The companions hearken to thy voice: Cause me to hear it.