7Many waters are not able to quench the love, And floods do not wash it away. If one give all the wealth of his house for love, Treading down -- they tread upon it.
8We have a little sister, and breasts she hath not, What do we do for our sister, In the day that it is told of her?
9If she is a wall, we build by her a palace of silver. And if she is a door, We fashion by her board-work of cedar.
10I [am] a wall, and my breasts as towers, Then I have been in his eyes as one finding peace.
11Solomon hath a vineyard in Baal-Hamon, He hath given the vineyard to keepers, Each bringeth for its fruit a thousand silverlings;
12My vineyard -- my own -- is before me, The thousand [is] for thee, O Solomon. And the two hundred for those keeping its fruit. O dweller in gardens!
13The companions are attending to thy voice, Cause me to hear. Flee, my beloved, and be like to a roe,
