To the beds of aromatics,
To feed in the gardens, and to gather lilies.
3 I am my beloved’s, and my beloved is mine;
He who feeds his flock among the lilies.
SOLOMON.
4 Graceful art thou, O my love, as Tirzah,
Beautiful as Jerusalem,
Awe-inspiring as bannered hosts!
5 Turn away thine eyes from me, [[173]]
For they inspire me with awe!