The Song of Solomon 8:8-10

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.