Song of Solomon 8:7

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.

Set me as a seal on your heart,

as a seal on your arm;

for love is strong as death.

Jealousy is as cruel as Sheol.

Its flashes are flashes of fire,

a very flame of the LORD.

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.

I am a wall, and my breasts like towers,

then I was in his eyes like one who found peace.