My beloved is mine, and I am his: he feeds his flock among the lilies.

Behold the couch, which is Solomon's; threescore valiant men are about it, of the valiant of Israel.

They all hold swords, being expert in war: every man has his sword upon his thigh because of fear in the night.

Your neck is like the tower of David built for an armory, on which there hang a thousand shields, all shields of mighty men.

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

Who is she that looks forth as the morning, fair as the moon, clear as the sun, and awesome as an army with banners?

Many waters cannot quench love, neither can the floods drown it: if a man would give all the wealth of his house for love, it would utterly be rejected.

My vineyard, which is mine, is before me: you, O Solomon, must have a thousand, and those that tend its fruit two hundred.