Chapter 8 8 We have a little sister, and she hath no breasts: what shall we do for our sister in the day when she shall be spoken for?9 If she be a wall, we will build upon her a palace of silver: and if she be a door, we will inclose her with boards of cedar.10 I am a wall, and my breasts like towers: then was I in his eyes as one that found favour.11 Solomon had a vineyard at Baalhamon; he let out the vineyard unto keepers; every one for the fruit thereof was to bring a thousand pieces of silver.12 My vineyard, which is mine, is before me: thou, O Solomon, must have a thousand, and those that keep the fruit thereof two hundred.13 Thou that dwellest in the gardens, the companions hearken to thy voice: cause me to hear it.14 Make haste, my beloved, and be thou like to a roe or to a young hart upon the mountains of spices.