The Song of Solomon, Chapter 8, Metaphors of Love

Solomon, chapter eight, metaphors of love. Oh, that you were like a brother to me, that nursed at my mother's breast. 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? The city was quiet after ataliah had been slain with the sword. I adjure you, o daughters of jerusalem, that you stir not up nor awaken love until it please.