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Protecting Love

Who is this coming up from the wilderness leaning on her lover?
Under the apple tree I roused you.
    There your mother travailed with you.
There she who was in labor gave you birth.
Set me like a seal over your heart,
    like a seal on your arm.
For love is as strong as death,
    jealousy as cruel as Sheol.
Its flames are bolts of fire,
    the flame of Adonai.
Many waters cannot quench love,
    nor rivers wash it away.
If one gave all the wealth of his house for love,
    it would be utterly despised.

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