Song of Solomon 8:6

3 His left hand would be under my head. His right hand would embrace me.

4 I adjure you, daughters of Jerusalem, That you not stir up, nor awaken love, Until it so desires. Friends

5 Who is this who comes up from the wilderness, Leaning on her beloved? Under the apple tree I aroused you. There your mother conceived you. There she was in labor and bore you.

6 Set me as a seal on your heart, As a seal on your arm; For love is strong as death. Jealousy is as cruel as Sheol; Its flashes are flashes of fire, A very flame of Yahweh.

7 Many waters can`t quench love, Neither can floods drown it. If a man would give all the wealth of his house for love, He would be utterly scorned. Friends

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

9 If she is a wall, We will build on her a turret of silver. If she is a door, We will enclose her with boards of cedar. Beloved