3 His left hand should be under my head, and his right hand should embrace me.
4 I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, that ye not awake nor stir up love until he pleases.
5 Who is she that comes up from the wilderness, leaning upon her beloved? I woke thee up under the apple tree; there thy mother had birth pains; there she had pains that brought thee into the light.
6 Set me as a seal upon thine heart as a sign upon thine arm; for love is strong as death; jealousy is hard as Sheol; the coals thereof are coals of fire, which have a most vehement flame.
7 The many waters cannot quench love, neither can the rivers drown it; if a man would give all the substance of his house for this love, it would certainly be despised.
8 We have a little sister, and she still has no breasts; what shall we do for our sister in the day when she shall be spoken for?
9 If she is a wall, we will build upon her a palace of silver; and if she is a door, we will inclose her with boards of cedar.