As the lily among thorns, so is my love among the daughters.

Like a lily among the thorns is my darling among the maidens.

My beloved is mine, and I am his: he feedeth among the lilies.

My beloved is mine and I am his; he pastures his flock among the lilies.

Thy two breasts are like two young roes that are twins, which feed among the lilies.

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

His cheeks are as a bed of spices, as sweet flowers: his lips like lilies, dropping sweet smelling myrrh.

His cheeks are like beds of spice, towers of perfume. His lips are like lilies, dripping with flowing myrrh.

My beloved is gone down into his garden, to the beds of spices, to feed in the gardens, and to gather lilies.

My beloved has gone down to his garden, to the beds of spices, to pasture his flock in the gardens and to gather lilies.

I am my beloved’s, and my beloved is mine: he feedeth among the lilies.

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

Thy navel is like a round goblet, which wanteth not liquor: thy belly is like an heap of wheat set about with lilies.

Your navel is a rounded goblet; it never lacks blended wine. Your waist is a mound of wheat encircled by the lilies.