SHEMy beloved, is, mine, and, I, am, his, he that pastureth among lilies!

Thy two breasts, are like two young roes, twins of a gazelle, - which pasture among lilies.

His cheeks, like a raised bed of balsam, growing plants of perfume, - His lips, lilies, dripping with myrrh distilling:

SHEMy beloved, is gone down to his garden, to the beds of balsam, - to pasture in the gardens, and to gather lilies,

I, am, my beloved's, and, my beloved, is mine, he that pastureth among lilies.

Thy navel, is a round bowl, may it not lack spiced wine! Thy body, a heap of wheat fenced about with lilies;