5 Who is that coming up from the wilderness,
   leaning upon her beloved?


Under the apple tree I awakened you.
There your mother was in labour with you;
   there she who bore you was in labour.

6 Set me as a seal upon your heart,
   as a seal upon your arm;
for love is strong as death,
   passion fierce as the grave.
Its flashes are flashes of fire,
   a raging flame.
7 Many waters cannot quench love,
   neither can floods drown it.
If one offered for love
   all the wealth of one’s house,
   it would be utterly scorned.