5. Who [is] this coming from the wilderness, Hasting herself for her beloved? Under the citron-tree I have waked thee, There did thy mother pledge thee, There she gave a pledge [that] bare thee.
6. Set me as a seal on thy heart, as a seal on thine arm, For strong as death is love, Sharp as Sheol is jealousy, Its burnings [are] burnings of fire, a flame of Jah!
7. Many waters are not able to quench the love, And floods do not wash it away. If one give all the wealth of his house for love, Treading down--they tread upon it.
8. We have a little sister, and breasts she hath not, What do we do for our sister, In the day that it is told of her?
9. If she is a wall, we build by her a palace of silver. And if she is a door, We fashion by her board-work of cedar.
10. I [am] a wall, and my breasts as towers, Then I have been in his eyes as one finding peace.