9 If she is a wall,We will build upon herA battlement of silver;And if she is a door,We will enclose herWith boards of cedar.
10 I am a wall,And my breasts like towers;Then I became in his eyesAs one who found peace.
11 Solomon had a vineyard at Baal Hamon;He leased the vineyard to keepers;Everyone was to bring for its fruitA thousand silver coins.
12 My own vineyard is before me.You, O Solomon, may have a thousand,And those who tend its fruit two hundred.
13 You who dwell in the gardens,The companions listen for your voice—Let me hear it!
14 Make haste, my beloved,And be like a gazelleOr a young stagOn the mountains of spices.