As a lily among the thorns,
and they dwell in Gilead in Bashan, and in her small towns, and in all suburbs of Sharon, upon their outskirts;
Truth from the earth springeth up, And righteousness from heaven looketh out,
My beloved `is' mine, and I `am' his, Who is delighting among the lilies,
His cheeks as a bed of the spice, towers of perfumes, His lips `are' lilies, dropping flowing myrrh,
My beloved went down to his garden, To the beds of the spice, To delight himself in the gardens, and to gather lilies.
I `am' my beloved's, and my beloved `is' mine, Who is delighting himself among the lilies.
Mourned, languished hath the land, Confounded hath been Lebanon, Withered hath been Sharon as a wilderness, And shaking are Bashan and Carmel.
For thus said the high and exalted One, Inhabiting eternity, and holy `is' His name: `In the high and holy place I dwell, And with the bruised and humble of spirit, To revive the spirit of the humble, And to revive the heart of bruised ones,'
I am as dew to Israel, he flourisheth as a lily, And he striketh forth his roots as Lebanon.
