Set me as a seal
Foss' text
VIII: 6 Set me as a seal upon thine heart, set me as a seal upon thine arm: for love is strong as death.
Vores' text (translation by T. Carmi) V: 2 The Maiden I was asleep but my heart was awake. I heard my lover knocking: The Lover Let me in, my sister, my darling, my dove, my perfect one! For my head is wet with dew, my curls with the mist of the night. 4-5 The Maiden My lover drew back his hand from the latch, and my heart beat wildly for him. I rose to let my lover in; my hands dripped with myrrh, my fingers flowed with myrrh upon the handles of the bolt. I opened to my lover, but he had slipped away and was gone. I looked for him, but could not find him. I called to him, but he did not answer me. 10-16 The Maiden My lover is fair and radiant, peerless among ten thousand His head is the finest gold; his locks are palm fronds, black as the raven. His eyes are like doves beside flowing brooks; milk white doves. His cheeks are like beds of spices, exhaling perfumes. ...his body is a pillar of ivory... His legs are marble columns, set in sockets of fine gold. His bearing is like the trees of Lebanon, lofty as cedars. His mouth is most sweet; all of him is pure delight.. VII:2-10 The Lover How beautiful are your sandalled feet, O royal daughter. Your curved thighs are like jewels... Your navel is a round goblet, brim-full of wine. Your belly is a heap of wheat, ringed with lilies. Your breasts are like two fawns -- the twins of a gazelle. Your neck is like a tower of ivory... Here is your figure, stately as a palm-tree... let me climb the palm tree and take hold of its branches! May your breasts be like clusters of grapes on the vine, the fragrance of your breath like apples, and your mouth like choice wine... VIII: 6-7 The Maiden & The Lover Set me as a seal upon your heart, as a seal upon your arm, for love is strong as death, passion is as harsh as the grave; its flashes are raging fires, violent flames. Vast floods cannot quench love, nor rivers sweep it away.