I am a rose of Sharon, a lily of the valley.
For thus says the One who is high and lifted up, who inhabits eternity, whose name is Holy: “I dwell in a high and holy
I will be like the dew to Israel; he will blossom like the lily and take root like the cedars of Lebanon.
The wilderness and the dry land will be glad; the desert will rejoice and blossom like a rose.
His cheeks are like beds of spice, towers of perfume. His lips are like lilies, dripping with flowing myrrh.
My beloved is mine and I am his; he pastures his flock among the lilies.
I belong to my beloved and he belongs to me; he pastures his flock among the lilies.
Faithfulness sprouts from the earth, and righteousness looks down from heaven.