You have engraved my name on the palms of your hands. You placed me like a seal over your heart, like a seal on your arm; for your love is as strong as death, its jealousy unyielding as the grave. It burns like blazing fire. Many waters cannot quench your love for me. Rivers cannot wash it away. Neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither the present nor the future, nor any powers, neither height nor depth, will be able to separte me from your love because you died for me and because you rose up again. For me.