7 Many waters cannot quench love, nor rivers wash it away. If one gave all the wealth of his house for love, it would be utterly despised.
8 We have a little sister, still without breasts. What shall we do for our sister on the day when she is spoken for?
9 If she is a wall, we will build on her a turret of silver. If she is a door, we will fence her in with cedar plank.
10 I am a wall, and my breasts like towers. Thus I have become in his eyes as one bringing shalom.
11 Solomon had a vineyard at Baal-hamon. He entrusted the vineyard to caretakers. Each was to bring for his fruit a thousand pieces of silver.
12 My very own vineyard is before me. The thousand are for you, Solomon, and two hundred for those who tend the fruit.
13 You who abide in the gardens, friends are listening for your voice. Let me hear it!