8
We have a little sister,
and she has no breasts.
What shall we do for our sister,
on the day when she is spoken for?
9
If she is a wall,
we will build upon her a battlement of silver;
but if she is a door,
we will enclose her with boards of cedar.
10
I was a wall,
and my breasts were like towers;
then I was in his eyes
as one who brings 1 peace.
11
Solomon had a vineyard at Baal-hamon;
he entrusted the vineyard to keepers;
each one was to bring for its fruit a thousand pieces of silver.
12
My vineyard, my very own, is for myself;
you, O Solomon, may have the thousand,
and the keepers of the fruit two hundred!
13
O you who dwell in the gardens,
my companions are listening for your voice;
let me hear it.
14
Make haste, my beloved,
and be like a gazelle
or a young stag
upon the mountains of spices!