9 Chorus: Our sister is little and has no breasts. What shall we do for our sister on the day when she is called upon?
10 If she is a wall, let us build a rampart of silver upon it. If she is a door, let us join it together with boards of cedar.
11 Bride to Chorus: I am a wall, and my breasts are like towers, since, in his presence, I have become like one who has discovered peace.
12 The peaceful one had a vineyard, in that which held the peoples. He handed it on to the caretakers; a man brought, in exchange for its fruit, a thousand pieces of silver.
13 Groom: My vineyard is before me. The thousand is for your peacefulness, and two hundred is for those who care for its fruit.
14 Bride to Groom: Your friends are attentive to those who have been dwelling in the gardens. Cause me to heed your voice.
15 Flee away, my beloved, and become like the doe and the young stag upon the mountains of aromatic plants.