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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.

We have a little sister,
    still without breasts.
What shall we do for our sister
    on the day when she is spoken for?

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