And [on] the capitals which [were] on top of the pillars in the porch [were] works of lilies four cubits [high].

On the top of the pillars [was] a work of lilies; and so the work of the pillars [was] finished.

{My beloved belongs to me and I belong to him}; he pastures his flock among the lilies.

Your two breasts [are] like two fawns, twins of a gazelle that feed among the lilies.

His cheeks [are] like beds of spice, a tower of fragrances; his lips [are] lilies dripping liquid myrrh.

My beloved has gone down to his garden, to the garden bed of the spice, to pasture his flock and to gather lilies in the garden.

{I belong to my beloved and he belongs to me}; he pastures his flock among the lilies.

Your navel [is] {a round wine-mixing bowl} that does not lack mixed wine! Your belly [is] a heap of wheat encircled with lilies.

And why are you anxious about clothing? Observe the lilies of the field, how they grow: they do not toil or spin,

Consider the lilies, how they grow: they do not toil or spin, but I say to you, not even Solomon in all his glory was dressed like one of these.