3 His left hand is under my head,and his right arm embraces me.
4 I adjure you, Daughters of Jerusalem,do not awaken or stir up loveuntil it is ready!
5 D? Who is this coming up from the desert,leaning upon her lover?W Beneath the apple tree I awakened you;there your mother conceived you;there she who bore you conceived.
6 Set me as a seal upon your heart,as a seal upon your arm;For Love is strong as Death,longing is fierce as Sheol.Its arrows are arrows of fire,flames of the divine.
7 Deep waters cannot quench love,nor rivers sweep it away.Were one to offer all the wealth of his house for love,he would be utterly despised.
8 W “We have a little sister;she has no breasts as yet.What shall we do for our sisteron the day she is spoken for?
9 If she is a wall,we will build upon her a silver turret;But if she is a door,we will board her up with cedar planks.”