I am the flower of the field, and lilies of the valleys.

My beloved is mine, and I am his: He feedeth his flock among the lilies.

Thy two breasts are like two fawns That are twins of a roe, Which feed among the lilies.

His cheeks are as a bed of spices, raised beds of sweet plants; His lips lilies, dropping liquid myrrh.

My beloved is gone down into his garden, to the beds of spices, To feed in the gardens and to gather lilies.

I am my beloved's, and my beloved is mine: He feedeth his flock among the lilies.

Thy navel is a round goblet, which wanteth not mixed wine; Thy belly a heap of wheat, set about with lilies;