3. O that his left hand were under my head, and his right hand embraced me.
4. I charge you, daughters of Jerusalem, Do not arouse or awaken love until it so delights.
5. Who is this coming up from the wilderness leaning on her lover? Under the apple tree I roused you. There your mother travailed with you. There she who was in labor gave you birth.
6. Set me like a seal over your heart, like a seal on your arm. For love is as strong as death, jealousy as cruel as Sheol. Its flames are bolts of fire, the flame of Adonai.