Song of Songs 8:5-7

5Who 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 labor gave you birth.

6Place me like a seal over your heart, like a seal on your arm; for love is as strong as death, its jealousy Or ardor unyielding as the grave. It burns like blazing fire, like a mighty flame. Or fire, / like the very flame of the Lord

7Many waters cannot quench love; rivers cannot sweep it away. If one were to give all the wealth of one’s house for love, it Or he would be utterly scorned. Friends