3 O that his left hand were under my head, and his right hand embraced me.
4 I charge you, daughters of Jerusalem, Do not arouse or awaken love until it so delights.
5 Who is this coming up from the wilderness leaning on her lover? Under the apple tree I roused you. There your mother travailed with you. There she who was in labor gave you birth.
6 Set me like a seal over your heart, like a seal on your arm. For love is as strong as death, jealousy as cruel as Sheol. Its flames are bolts of fire, the flame of Adonai.
7 Many waters cannot quench love, nor rivers wash it away. If one gave all the wealth of his house for love, it would be utterly despised.
8 We have a little sister, still without breasts. What shall we do for our sister on the day when she is spoken for?
9 If she is a wall, we will build on her a turret of silver. If she is a door, we will fence her in with cedar plank.