Song of Solomon 8:8-11

⁸Our sister is little, and hath no breasts. What shall we do to our sister in the day when she is to be spoken to?

⁹If she be a wall: let us build upon it bulwarks of silver: if she be a door, let us join it together with boards or cedar.

¹⁰I am a wall: and my breasts are as a tower since I am become in his presence as one finding peace.

¹¹The peaceable had a vineyard, in that which hath people: he let out the same to keepers, every man bringeth for the fruit thereof a thousand pieces of silver.