The Beloved to Her Lover: I am a meadow flower from Sharon, a lily from the valleys.

The Beloved about Her Lover: My lover is mine and I am his; he grazes among the lilies.

The Beloved about Her Lover: I am my lover’s and my lover is mine; he grazes among the lilies.

The tops of the pillars were shaped like lilies. So the construction of the pillars was completed.

The Lover to His Beloved: Like a lily among the thorns, so is my darling among the maidens.

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

The tops of the two pillars in the porch were shaped like lilies and were six feet high.

It was four fingers thick and its rim was like that of a cup shaped like a lily blossom. It could hold about 12,000 gallons.

For the music director; according to the tune of “Lilies;” by David. Deliver me, O God, for the water has reached my neck.

His cheeks are like garden beds full of balsam trees yielding perfume. His lips are like lilies dripping with drops of myrrh.

The Beloved to the Maidens: My beloved has gone down to his garden, to the flowerbeds of balsam spices, to graze in the gardens, and to gather lilies.

Your navel is a round mixing bowl – may it never lack mixed wine! Your belly is a mound of wheat, encircled by lilies.

I will be like the dew to Israel; he will blossom like a lily, he will send down his roots like a cedar of Lebanon.

It was four fingers thick and its rim was like that of a cup shaped like a lily blossom. It could hold 18,000 gallons.

For the music director; according to the tune of “Lilies;” by the Korahites, a well-written poem, a love song. My heart is stirred by a beautiful song. I say, “I have composed this special song for the king; my tongue is as skilled as the stylus of an experienced scribe.”