Who is this coming up from the desert2 leaning on her lover? Under the apple tree I roused you; there your mother conceived3 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 love4 is as strong as death, its jealousya5 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.6
We have a young sister, and her breasts are not yet grown. What shall we do for our sister for the day she is spoken for?
If she is a wall, we will build towers of silver on her. If she is a door, we will enclose her with panels of cedar.