7. Many waters cannot quench love, Neither can floods drown it: If a man would give all the substance of his house for love, He would utterly be contemned.
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 turret 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 the towers thereof Then was I in his eyes as one that found peace.