I am a rose of Sharon, a lily of the valleys. Lover
They lived in Gil`ad in Bashan, and in its towns, and in all the suburbs of Sharon, as far as their borders.
Truth springs out of the earth. Righteousness has looked down from heaven.
My beloved is mine, and I am his. He browses among the lilies.
His cheeks are like a bed of spices with towers of perfumes. His lips are like lilies, dropping liquid myrrh.
My beloved has gone down to his garden, to the beds of spices, to feed in the gardens, and to gather lilies.
I am my beloved's, and my beloved is mine. He browses among the lilies,
The land mourns and languishes. Levanon is confounded and withers away. Sharon is like a desert, and Bashan and Karmel are stripped bare.
For thus says the high and lofty One who inhabits eternity, whose name is Holy: I dwell in the high and holy place, with him also who is of a contrite and humble spirit, to revive the spirit of the humble, and to revive the heart of the contrite.
I will be like the dew to Yisra'el. He will blossom like the lily, and send down his roots like Levanon.