Song of Solomon 8:8-14

⁸Our sister is little, and has no breasts; What shall we do for our sister, In the day wherein she shall be spoken for?

⁹If she is a wall, let us build upon her silver bulwarks; And if she is a door, let us carve for her cedar panels.

¹⁰I am a wall, and my breasts are as towers; I was in their eyes as one that found peace.

¹¹Solomon had a vineyard in Baal-hamon; He let his vineyard to keepers; Every one was to bring for its fruit a thousand pieces of silver.

¹²My vineyard, even mine, is before me; Solomon shall have a thousand, And they that keep its fruit two hundred.

¹³Thou that dwellest in the gardens, The companions hearken to thy voice: Make me hear it.

¹⁴Away, my kinsman, and be like a doe Or a fawn on the mountains of spices.