10I am a wall, and my breasts as towers, Then I have been in his eyes as one finding peace.
11Solomon hath a vineyard in Baal-Hamon, He hath given the vineyard to keepers, Each bringeth for its fruit a thousand silverlings;
12My vineyard — my own — is before me, The thousand is for thee, O Solomon. And the two hundred for those keeping its fruit. O dweller in gardens!
13The companions are attending to thy voice, Cause me to hear. Flee, my beloved, and be like to a roe,