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 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.

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.