(The Shulammite Bride)
“My beloved is mine and I am his;
He pastures his flock among the lilies.

“Your two breasts are like two fawns,
Twins of a gazelle
Which feed among the lilies.

“His cheeks are like a bed of balsam,
Banks of sweet, fragrant herbs.
His lips are lilies
Dripping sweet-scented myrrh.

(The Shulammite Bride)
“My beloved has gone down to his garden,
To the beds of balsam,
To feed his flock in the gardens
And gather lilies.

“I am my beloved’s and my beloved is mine,
He who feeds his flock among the lilies.”

“Your navel is a round goblet
Which never lacks mixed wine.
Your belly is like a heap of wheat
Surrounded with lilies.