I am a rose of Sharon, a lily of the valleys.
and they lived in Gilead, in Bashan and in its towns, and in all the pasturelands of Sharon to their limits.
Faithfulness will spring up from the ground, and righteousness will look down from the sky.
My beloved is mine, and I am his; he pastures his flock among the lilies.
His cheeks are like beds of spices, yielding fragrance. His lips are lilies, dripping liquid myrrh.
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 pastures his flock among the lilies.
The land mourns and languishes; Lebanon is confounded and withers away; Sharon is like a desert, and Bashan and Carmel shake off their leaves.
For thus says the high and lofty one who inhabits eternity, whose name is Holy: I dwell in the high and holy place and also with those who are contrite and humble in spirit, to revive the spirit of the humble and to revive the heart of the contrite.
I will be like the dew to Israel; he shall blossom like the lily; he shall strike root like the forests of Lebanon.