I am a rose of Sharon, a lily of the valleys.
They lived in Gilead, in Bashan and its surrounding villages, and in all the pasturelands of Sharon, up to their borders.
Lovingkindness and truth meet together. Righteousness and shalom kiss each other.
My lover is mine, and I am his! He grazes his flocks among the lilies.
His cheeks are like a bed of spice, towers of sweet-scented perfume. His lips are lilies, dripping with liquid myrrh.
My lover went down to his garden, to the beds of balsam to graze his flocks 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; Lebanon is shamed and withers; Sharon is like a wilderness; Bashan and Carmel are shaken bare.
For thus says the High and Exalted One who inhabits eternity, whose Name is Holy: “I dwell in a high and holy place, yet also with a contrite and humble spirit, to revive the spirit of the humble, and revive the heart of the contrite.
“I will heal their backsliding, I will love them freely, for My anger will turn away from him.
