5 Who is this coming up from the wildernessb
leaning on her beloved?
Under the apple tree I roused you;
there your mother conceivedc you,
there she who was in labor gave you birth.
like a seal on your arm;
for loved is as strong as death,
It burns like blazing fire,
like a mighty flame.b
rivers cannot sweep it away.
If one were to give
all the wealth of one’s house for love,