Song of Solomon 8:8-14

⁸We have a little sister. She has no breasts. What shall we do for our sister in the day when she is to be spoken for?

⁹If she is a wall, we will build on her a turret of silver. If she is a door, we will enclose her with boards of cedar.

¹⁰I am a wall, and my breasts like towers, then I was in his eyes like one who found peace.

¹¹Solomon had a vineyard at Baal Hamon. He leased out the vineyard to keepers. Each was to bring a thousand shekels of silver for its fruit.

¹²My own vineyard is before me. The thousand are for you, Solomon, two hundred for those who tend its fruit.

¹³You who dwell in the gardens, with friends in attendance, let me hear your voice!

¹⁴Come away, my beloved! Be like a gazelle or a young stag on the mountains of spices!