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

Behold, it is Solomon's carriage. 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 on his thigh, because of fear in the night.

Your neck is like David's tower built for an armory, whereon a thousand shields hang, all the shields of the mighty men.

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

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

Many waters can't quench love, neither can floods drown it. If a man would give all the wealth of his house for love, he would be utterly scorned.