I am a wall, and my breasts are like towers. Thus I have become in his eyes like one bringing contentment. (Song of Songs 8:10)

The Beloved responds, "Fine, if you want me to be a wall, I will be a wall."

I am an enclosed space. I am a protected place.

Come inside. Let me embrace you, envelope you.

Find contentment in my towers. Know peace in my courtyards.

The final word is shalom: contentment, peace, fullness, wholeness.