My Beloved is mine, and I am His; He feeds among the lilies.

Your two breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle, feeding among the lilies.

His cheeks are like a bed of spices, a raised bed of aromatic herbs. His lips are as lilies dropping flowing myrrh.

My Beloved has gone down to His garden, to the beds of spices, to feed in the gardens and to gather lilies.

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

Your navel is like a round goblet, which never lacks mixed wine; your belly is like a heap of wheat set about with lilies.