Song of Solomon 8:8-14

⁸We have a little sister, and breasts she hath not, What do we do for our sister, In the day that it is told of her?

⁹If she is a wall, we build by her a palace of silver. And if she is a door, We fashion by her board-work of cedar.

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,

¹⁴Or to a young one of the harts on mountains of spices!