Set me as a seal over your heart, as a seal upon your arm. For love is as strong as death, its jealousy as unrelenting as Sheol. Its sparks are fiery flames, the fiercest blaze of all.Set me as a seal on your heart, as a seal on your arm; for love is strong as death. Jealousy is as cruel as Sheol. Its flashes are flashes of fire, a very flame of Yah.Set me as a seal upon thine heart, as a seal upon thine arm: for love is strong as death; jealousy is cruel as the grave: the coals thereof are coals of fire, which hath a most vehement flame.Set me as a seal upon thy heart, As a seal upon thine arm: For love is strong as death; Jealousy is cruel as Sheol; The flashes thereof are flashes of fire, A very flame of Jehovah.
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… Well, she was just speaking, wasn't she? No, it was him. Oh, that was someone else. Okay. That with him. Verse six, set me as a seal upon your heart, as a seal upon your arm, for love is as strong as death, jealousy as cruel as the grave. Its flames are flames of fire, a most vehement flame. Many waters cannot quench love, nor can the floods drown it. If a man would give for love all the wealth of his house, it would be utterly despised. Yeah, so good. These are essentially their marriage vows. And almost you can picture as they're walking on the road, the wilderness road back towards Jerusalem, always up to Jerusalem, they're remarking. And part of the conversation is these vows that she's now reciting once again. And I love when people write their own wedding vows. That's beautiful. That's special. But don't let your wedding vows be decaffeinated. Don't let them be, you're the jelly to my peanut butter and you're the milk and I'm the Oreo. No, Listen, their wedding vows have the words fire, hell, flood, jealousy, grave in them. …
… And then from chapter eight. Set me as a seal upon your heart, as a seal upon your arm. For love is strong as death. Passion, fierce as the grave. Its flashes are flashes of fire, a raging flame. Many waters cannot quench love, neither can floods drown it. If one offered for love all the wealth of one's house, it would be utterly scorned. This is the word of God for you, the people of God. Thanks be to God. Let's begin with a little general background. Deep in the heart of the Hebrew Bible, nestled in a section that scholars call wisdom literature, Scripture has carved out a place for eight chapters of love poetry. Falling immediately on the heels of the life is hard, brutally hard council that comes from the book of Ecclesiastes, the Song of Songs comes as a surprise. It's a little bit syrupy. It's a little bit racy. In other words, it's just about the most awkward thing that a middle schooler might imagine finding in the pages of the good book. …
"Love is strong as death; jealousy is cruel as the grave." Song of Solomon 8:6. TAKEN in its most natural sense, this is certainly true of creature love. It is a mighty, all-constraining, irresistible passion. Even the love of friendship occasionally has proved itself to be "strong as death." "Greater love has no man than this, that he lay down his life for his friend." There have been those who were willing to sacrifice their lives for their friends. Filial affection has sometimes proven to be more than a match for the terrors of the grave. Some pleasing instances are on record worthy to be written among the golden deeds of manhood in which brothers and sisters have seemed to contend with each other who should die first, if perchance a brother's precious life might, by such a sacrifice, be preserved. What a mighty instinct of love glows in the mother's heart! You recollect that famous story of the mother whose child was taken from her by a Jesuit missionary to be trained separate and apart from its parents—how she swam through rivers and passed through what seemed to be impenetrable forests, guided only by the midnight star—till she arrived at the place where her offspring was—braving death in a thousand shapes from wild beasts and venomous serpents, from floods and jungles, from fierce men and relentless persecutors, might she but reach her child! Have there not been instances where, in the stormy blasts of winter, a mother has wrapped her garments about her infant and, exposing herself to the fury of the elements, has sacrificed her own life that the little one might live? Love has, indeed, often proved itself to be strong as death! When merely the common passion which burns in the breast of ordinary men and women towards each other, it has asserted its strength in a fond devotion which reckoned no consequences, spared itself no pain and fixed no limit to endurance, not counting life, itself, too dear to be parted with on so high a service. …