Song of Songs 8:5-9

⁵Who is this that comes up all white, leaning on her kinsman? I raised you up under an apple tree; there your mother brought you forth; there she that bore you brought you forth.

⁶Set me as a seal upon your heart, as a seal upon your 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.