5 Who is it that comes up from the plain,
Leaning upon her beloved?
THE SHULAMITE.
Under this apple-tree I won thy heart, [[187]]
Here thy mother travailed,
Here labouring she gave thee birth.
6 Oh, place me as a seal upon thy heart,
As a seal upon thine hand! [[188]]
For love is strong as death,
Affection as inexorable as Hades.