Cantar de los Cantares 8:4DRA

2I would lead thee, bring thee into my mother's house, would instruct me: I would cause thee to drink of spiced wine of the juice of my pomegranate.

3His left hand under my head, and his right hand should embrace me.

4I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, that ye stir not up, nor awake love, until he please.

5Who this that cometh up from the wilderness, leaning upon her beloved? I raised thee up under the apple tree: there thy mother brought thee forth: there she brought thee forth bare thee.

6Set me as a seal upon thine heart, as a seal upon thine arm: for love strong as death; jealousy cruel as the grave: the coals thereof coals of fire, most vehement flame.