7 Many waters cannot quench love, neither can the floods drown it: if a man would give all the wealth of his house for love, it would utterly be rejected.
8 We have a little sister, and she has no breasts: what shall we do for our sister in the day when she shall be spoken for?
9 If she is a wall, we will build upon her towers of silver: and if she is a door, we will enclose her with boards of cedar.
10 I am a wall, and my breasts like towers: then was I in his eyes as one that found favor.
11 Solomon had a vineyard at Baalhamon; he let out the vineyard unto keepers; everyone for its fruit was to bring a thousand pieces of silver.
12 My vineyard, which is mine, is before me: you, O Solomon, must have a thousand, and those that tend its fruit two hundred.
13 You that dwell in the gardens, the companions listen for your voice: let me hear it.