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?
9If she is a wall, let us build upon her silver bulwarks; And if she is a door, let us carve for her cedar panels.
10I am a wall, and my breasts are as towers; I was in their eyes as one that found peace.
11Solomon had a vineyard in Baal-hamon; He let his vineyard to keepers; Every one was to bring for its fruit a thousand pieces of silver.
Song of Solomon 8
Song of Solomon 8:5-11