The Beloved:
8:10 I was a wall,
and my breasts were like fortress towers.
Then I found favor
The Beloved to Her Lover:
1:7 Tell me, O you whom my heart
where do you pasture your sheep?
Where do you rest your sheep during the midday heat?
Tell me lest
beside the flocks of your companions!
7:8 I want
and take hold of its fruit stalks.
May your breasts be like the clusters of grapes,
and may the fragrance of your breath be like apricots!
The Beloved to Her Lover:
8:11 Solomon had a vineyard at Baal-Hamon;
he leased out
Each was to bring a thousand shekels of silver for its fruit.