The 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 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.

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.