Song of Solomon 8:6

His left hand would be under my head.

His right hand would embrace me.

I adjure you, daughters of Jerusalem,

that you not stir up, nor awaken love,

until it so desires.

Who is this who comes up from the wilderness,

leaning on her beloved?

Under the apple tree I awakened you.

There your mother conceived you.

There she was in labor and bore you.

Many waters can’t quench love,

neither can floods drown it.

If a man would give all the wealth of his house for love,

he would be utterly scorned.

We have a little sister.

She has no breasts.

What shall we do for our sister

in the day when she is to be spoken for?

If she is a wall,

we will build on her a turret of silver.

If she is a door,

we will enclose her with boards of cedar.