The beams of our houses are cedars, Our rafters are firs, I am a rose of Sharon, a lily of the valleys!

I am the rose of Sharon, and the lily of the valleys.

O how fair art thou, my love, how fair art thou? Thou hast doves' eyes, beside that which lieth hid within. Thy hairy locks are like the wool of a flock of goats that be shorn on Mount Gilead.

Thy teeth are like a flock of sheep that are even shorn, which came up from the washing; whereof every one bear twins, and none is barren among them.