Who is this coming up from the desert1 leaning on her lover? Under the apple tree I roused you; there your mother conceived2 you, there she who was in labor gave you birth.
Place me like a seal over your heart, like a seal on your arm; for love3 is as strong as death, its jealousya4 unyielding as the grave.b It burns like blazing fire, like a mighty flame.c7
Many waters cannot quench love; rivers cannot wash it away. If one were to give all the wealth of his house for love, itd would be utterly scorned.5