My beloved is mine, and I am his, Who is delighting among the lilies,

Thy two breasts are as two fawns, Twins of a roe, that are feeding among lilies.

His cheeks as a bed of the spice, towers of perfumes, His lips are lilies, dropping flowing myrrh,

My beloved went down to his garden, To the beds of the spice, To delight himself in the gardens, and to gather lilies.

I am my beloved's, and my beloved is mine, Who is delighting himself among the lilies.

Thy waist is a basin of roundness, It lacketh not the mixture, Thy body a heap of wheat, fenced with lilies,