5 Chorus to Groom: Who is she, who ascends from the desert, flowing with delights, leaning upon her beloved?
6 Groom to Bride: Under the apple tree, I awakened you. There your mother was corrupted. There she who bore you was violated.
7 Set me like a seal upon your heart, like a seal upon your arm. For love is strong, like death, and envy is enduring, like hell: their lamps are made of fire and flames.
8 A multitude of waters cannot extinguish love, nor can a river overwhelm it. If a man were to give all the substance of his house in exchange for love, he would despise it as nothing.
9 Chorus: Our sister is little and has no breasts. What shall we do for our sister on the day when she is called upon?
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