Daughters of Jerusalem, I charge you:
    do not arouse or awaken love
    until it so desires.

Friends

Who is this coming up from the wilderness
    leaning on her beloved?

She

Under the apple tree I roused you;
    there your mother conceived you,
    there she who was in labour gave you birth.
Place me like a seal over your heart,
    like a seal on your arm;
for love is as strong as death,
    its jealousy[a] unyielding as the grave.
It burns like blazing fire,
    like a mighty flame.[b]

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Footnotes

  1. Song of Solomon 8:6 Or ardour
  2. Song of Solomon 8:6 Or fire, / like the very flame of the Lord