8 We have a little sister, and she does not yet have any breasts. What should we do for our sister on the day when she is betrothed?
9 If she is a wall, we will adorn her with a turret of silver; but if she is a door, we will barricade her with boards of cedar.
10 I was a wall, and my breasts were like the towers, so my betrothed viewed me with great delight.
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!