11 Solomon had a vineyard at Baal-hamon; he entrusted his vineyard to the keepers; people paid a thousand silver pieces for its fruit.
12 My own “vineyard” belongs to me; the “thousand” are for you, O Solomon, and “two hundred” for those who tend its fruit.
13 O you who dwell in the garden, my companions are listening to your voice. Let me hear it!
14 Flee, my beloved! Be like a gazelle or a young stag upon the perfumed mountains!