Song of Songs 8:3-9

³His left hand shall be under mine head, and his right hand shall embrace me.

⁴Ye daughters of Jerusalem, I charge you greatly, that ye raise not, neither make the dearworthy spousess to awake, till she will.

⁵Who is this spousess, that goeth up from desert, and floweth in delights, and resteth on her darling? I raised thee under a pomegranate tree; there thy mother was corrupted, there thy mother was defouled.

⁶Set thou me as a signet on thine heart, as a signet on thine arm; for love is strong as death, envy is hard as hell; the lamps thereof be the lamps of fire, and of flames.

⁷Many waters be not able to quench charity, neither floods shall oppress it. Though a man give all the chattel of his house for love, he shall despise, or reckon it, as nought.

⁸Our sister is little, and hath no teats; what shall we do to our sister, in the day when she shall be spoken to?

⁹If it is a wall, build we thereon silveren towers; if it is a door, join we together with boards of cedar.