8
We have a little sister,
and her breasts are not yet grown.
What shall we do for our sister
on the day she is spoken for?
9
If she is a wall,
we will build towers of silver on her.
If she is a door,
we will enclose her with panels of cedar.
10
I am a wall,
and my breasts are like towers.
Thus I have become in his eyes
like one bringing contentment.
11
Solomon had a vineyard in Baal Hamon;
he let out his vineyard to tenants.
Each was to bring for its fruit
a thousand shekels 1 of silver.
12
But my own vineyard is mine to give;
the thousand shekels are for you, Solomon,
and two hundred 2 are for those who tend its fruit.
13
You who dwell in the gardens
with friends in attendance,
let me hear your voice!
14
Come away, my beloved,
and be like a gazelle
or like a young stag
on the spice-laden mountains.