8 A multitude of waters cannot extinguish love, nor can a river overwhelm it. If a man were to give all the substance of his house in exchange for love, he would despise it as nothing.
9 Chorus: Our sister is little and has no breasts. What shall we do for our sister on the day when she is called upon?
10 If she is a wall, let us build a rampart of silver upon it. If she is a door, let us join it together with boards of cedar.
11 Bride to Chorus: I am a wall, and my breasts are like towers, since, in his presence, I have become like one who has discovered peace.
12 The peaceful one had a vineyard, in that which held the peoples. He handed it on to the caretakers; a man brought, in exchange for its fruit, a thousand pieces of silver.
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