Song of Songs 8:3-13

³He supports my head with his left hand, and holds me close with his right.

⁴Women of Jerusalem, swear to me that you won't disturb our love until the right time.

⁵Who is this coming in from the wilderness holding her love close to her? Woman: I woke you up under the apple tree where your mother conceived you, and where she gave birth to you.

⁶Stamp my name as a seal on your heart, like a seal on your arm, for love is strong as death, passion as unyielding as the grave—its arrows flash like fire, a blazing flame of the Lord.

⁷Floods of water cannot extinguish love; rivers cannot submerge it. If a man offered everything he owned in order to buy love he would be completely rejected.

⁸We have a younger sister whose breasts are still small. What shall we do for our sister when someone asks to marry her?

⁹If she is a wall, we will build a silver tower on it. But if she is a door, we will bar the way with cedar planks.

¹⁰I am a wall, and my breasts are like towers. So when he looks at me he's happy!

¹¹Solomon had a vineyard at Baal-hamon which he leased to tenant farmers. Each of them paid him one thousand silver coins for the fruit it produced.

¹²But I own my vineyard, it is mine alone. One thousand silver coins are for you, Solomon, and two hundred for those who look after it.

¹³My darling, sitting there in the gardens with companions listening to you—please talk to me!