My beloved to me, and I to him: he feeding among the lilies.

Thy two breasts as two fawns, twins of the roe deer feeding among the lilies.

His cheeks as beds of spices, towers of aromatic herbs: his lips lilies, dropping overflowing myrrh.

My beloved went down to his garden, to the beds of spices, to feed in the gardens, and to gather lilies.

I to my beloved, and my beloved to me: he feeding among the lilies.

Thy navel a bowl of roundness, it will not want mixed wine; thy belly a heap of wheat enclosed with lilies.