Your neck is like the tower of David built for an armory, on which there hang a thousand bucklers, all shields of mighty men.

Who is she who looks forth like the morning, fair as the moon, clear as the sun, awesome as armies with banners?

Set me as a seal on Your heart, as a seal on Your arm; for love is strong as death. Jealousy is cruel as the grave; its flames are flames of fire, a flame of Jehovah.