Song of Songs 8:5-14

5Who is this coming up from the wilderness, Leaning upon her beloved? I awakened you under the apple tree. There your mother brought you forth; There she who bore you brought you forth.

6Set me as a seal upon your heart, As a seal upon your arm; For love is as strong as death, Jealousy as cruel as the grave; Its flames are flames of fire, A most vehement flame.

7Many waters cannot quench love, Nor can the floods drown it. If a man would give for love All the wealth of his house, It would be utterly despised.

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

9If she is a wall, We will build upon her A battlement of silver; And if she is a door, We will enclose her With boards of cedar.

10I am a wall, And my breasts like towers; Then I became in his eyes As one who found peace.

11Solomon had a vineyard at Baal Hamon; He leased the vineyard to keepers; Everyone was to bring for its fruit A thousand silver coins.

12My own vineyard is before me. You, O Solomon, may have a thousand, And those who tend its fruit two hundred.

13You who dwell in the gardens, The companions listen 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.