My beloved is mine, and I am his. He feeds among the lilies.

Behold, it is the litter of Solomon. Sixty mighty men are around it, of the mighty men of Israel.

They all handle the sword, [and] are expert in war. Every man has his sword upon his thigh, because of fear in the night.

I am my beloved's, and my beloved is mine. He feeds among the lilies.

Who is she who looks forth as the morning, fair as the moon, clear as the sun, sublime as an army with banners?

Many waters cannot quench love, nor can floods drown it. If a man would give all the substance of his house for love, he would be utterly scorned.

My vineyard, which is mine, is before me. Thou, O Solomon, shall have the thousand, and those who keep the fruit of it, two hundred.