SONG OF SONGS 8:2-6

²I would lead thee, and bring thee into my mother’s house, who would instruct me; I would cause thee to drink of spiced wine, of the juice of my pomegranate.

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

⁴I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, that ye stir not up, nor awaken love, until it please.

⁵Who is this that cometh up from the wilderness, leaning upon her beloved? Under the apple tree I awakened thee: there thy mother was in travail with thee, there was she in travail that brought thee forth.

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 flashes thereof are flashes of fire, a very flame of the LORD.