To the overseer over the lilies, for the sons of Korah, instruction: a song of the beloved. My heart boiled over a good word: I say my works to the king: my tongue the pen of one writing promptly.

To the overseer upon the lilies; to David. Save me, O God, for the waters came even to the soul.

To the overseer for the lilies of the testimonies; to Asaph a chanting. O thou feeding Israel, give ear, guiding Joseph as sheep.; thou dwelling in the cherubs, shine forth.

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.

And about dress, why are ye anxious? Consider the white lilies of the field, how they grow; they are not wearied, neither do they spin:

Consider the white lilies, how they grow; they are not wearied, neither do they spin; and I say to you, neither was Solomon in all his glory clothed as one of these.