Song of Songs 8:5-14

5Who is that coming up from the wilderness, leaning on her beloved? Under the apple tree I awakened you. There your mother was in labor with you; there she who bore you was in labor.

6Set me as a seal upon your heart, as a seal upon your arm, for love is strong as death, jealousy is fierce as the grave. Its flashes are flashes of fire, the very flame of the Lord.

7Many waters cannot quench love, neither can floods drown it. If a man offered for love all the wealth of his house, he would be utterly despised.

8We have a little sister, and she has no breasts. What shall we do for our sister on the day when she is spoken for?

9If she is a wall, we will build on her a battlement of silver, but if she is a door, we will enclose her with boards of cedar.

10I was a wall, and my breasts were like towers; then I was in his eyes as one who finds peace.

11Solomon had a vineyard at Baal-hamon; he let out the vineyard to keepers; each one was to bring for its fruit a thousand pieces of silver.

12My vineyard, my very own, is before me; you, O Solomon, may have the thousand, and the keepers of the fruit two hundred.

13O you who dwell in the gardens, with companions listening for your voice; let me hear it.

14Make haste, my beloved, and be like a gazelle or a young stag on the mountains of spices.