Thou art beautiful my friend, as delight; becoming as Jerusalem, a terror as those being furnished with banners.

Who this looking forth as the morning, beautiful as the moon, clear as the sun, a terror as those being furnished with banners?

A vineyard was to Solomon in the place of a multitude; he gave the vineyards to those watching; each shall bring in its fruit a thousand of silver.

My vineyard to me before me: a thousand to thee, O Solomon, and two hundred to those watching its fruit.