My brothers used to worry about me: "Our little sister has no breasts. What shall we do with our little sister when men come asking for her?
She's a virgin and vulnerable, and we'll protect her. If they think she's a wall, we'll top it with barbed wire. If they think she's a door, we'll barricade it."
Dear brothers, I'm a walled-in virgin still, but my breasts are full - And when my lover sees me, he knows he'll soon be satisfied.
King Solomon may have vast vineyards in lush, fertile country, Where he hires others to work the ground. People pay anything to get in on that bounty.
But my vineyard is all mine, and I'm keeping it to myself. You can have your vast vineyards, Solomon, you and your greedy guests!
Oh, lady of the gardens, my friends are with me listening. Let me hear your voice!
Run to me, dear lover. Come like a gazelle. Leap like a wild stag on the spice mountains.