We have a little sister, and she has no breasts. What shall we do for our sister, on the day when she is spoken for?
If she is a wall, we will build upon her a battlement of silver; but if she is a door, we will enclose her with boards of cedar.
I was a wall, and my breasts were like towers; then I was in his eyes as one who brings peace.
Solomon had a vineyard at Ba'al-ha'mon; he let out the vineyard to keepers; each one was to bring for its fruit a thousand pieces of silver.
My vineyard, my very own, is for myself; you, O Solomon, may have the thousand, and the keepers of the fruit two hundred.
O you who dwell in the gardens, my companions are listening for your voice; let me hear it.
Make haste, my beloved, and be like a gazelle or a young stag upon the mountains of spices.