Song of Solomon 8:8-10

Douay-Rheims 1899 American Edition

⁸ Our sister is little, and hath no breasts. What shall we do to our sister in the day when she is to be spoken to?

⁹ If she be a wall: let us build upon it bulwarks of silver: if she be a door, let us join it together with boards or cedar.

¹⁰ I am a wall: and my breasts are as a tower since I am become in his presence as one finding peace.