7Much water will not be able to quench love, and rivers shall not drown it; if a man would give all his substance for love, men would utterly despise it.
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 Beelamon; 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.
13You that dwell in the gardens, the companions listen to your voice: make me hear it.
14Away, my kinsman, and be like a doe or a fawn on the mountains of spices.