² My beloved has gone down to his garden,
    to the garden bed of the spice,
        to pasture his flock and to gather lilies in the garden.

³ I belong to my beloved and he belongs to me;^[a]
    he pastures his flock among the lilies.

⁴ You are beautiful, my beloved, as Tirzah,
    lovely as Jerusalem,
        overwhelming as an army with banners.^[b]