I am the flower of the field, and lilies of the valleys.

My love is mine, and I am his, which feedeth among the lilies,

Thy two breasts are like two twins of young roes, which feed among the lilies.

My love is mine, and I am his, which feedeth among the lilies.

Thy navel is like a round goblet, which is never without drink. Thy womb is like a heap of wheat, set about with lilies;