² My darling went down to his garden,
to the beds of spices,
to pasture his flock in the gardens
and to gather lilies.
³ I belong to the man I love, and he belongs to me;
he pastures his flock among the lilies.

⁴ You are as beautiful as Tirtzah, my love,
as lovely as Yerushalayim,
but formidable as an army
marching under banners.