Thy lips are like a thread of scarlet, And thy mouth is comely. Thy temples are like a piece of a pomegranate Behind thy veil.

A garden shut up is my sister, my bride; A spring shut up, a fountain sealed.

Set me as a seal upon thy heart, As a seal upon thine arm: For love is strong as death; Jealousy is cruel as Sheol; The flashes thereof are flashes of fire, A very flame of Jehovah.

If she be a wall, We will build upon her a turret of silver: And if she be a door, We will inclose her with boards of cedar.