for a bundle of Myrrh is my love unto me; he will lie betwixt my breasts.

All of them holding sword, taught of battle, Each his sword by his thigh, for fear at night.

Thy neck is like the tower of David builded for an armoury, whereon there hang a thousand bucklers, all shields of mighty men.

You are beautiful, O my love, as Tirzah, as fair as Jerusalem; you are to be feared like an army with flags.

Who is she that looketh forth as the morning, fair as the moon, clear as the sun, and terrible as an army with banners?

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.