The Song of Solomon, Chapter 8. Metaphors of Love

All the people of the land rejoiced, and the city was quiet after Atalaya had been slain with the sword. I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, that you stir not up nor awaken love until it please. For love is strong as death. Jealousy is cruel as the grave. Its flashes are flashes of fire, a most vehement flame. Many waters cannot quench love, neither can floods drown it. If a man offered for love all the wealth of his house, it would be utterly scorned. We have a little sister, and she has no breasts. What shall we do for our sister on the day when she is spoken for? If she is