Song of Songs 8:8-12

8We have a little sister, And she has no breasts. What shall we do for our sister In the day when she is spoken for?

9If she is a wall, We will build upon her A battlement of silver; And if she is a door, We will enclose her With boards of cedar.

10I am a wall, And my breasts like towers; Then I became in his eyes As one who found peace.

11Solomon had a vineyard at Baal Hamon; He leased the vineyard to keepers; Everyone was to bring for its fruit A thousand silver coins.

12My own vineyard is before me. You, O Solomon, may have a thousand, And those who tend its fruit two hundred.