Lilies

And the capitals atop the pillars in the portico were shaped like lilies, four cubits high.

And the tops of the pillars were shaped like lilies. So the work of the pillars was completed.

For the choirmaster. To the tune of “The Lilies.” A Maskil of the sons of Korah. A love song. My heart is stirred by a noble theme as I recite my verses to the king; my tongue is the pen of a skillful writer.

For the choirmaster. To the tune of “Lilies.” Of David. Save me, O God, for the waters are up to my neck.

For the choirmaster. To the tune of “The Lilies of the Covenant.” A Psalm of Asaph. Hear us, O Shepherd of Israel, who leads Joseph like a flock; You who sit enthroned between the cherubim, shine forth

My beloved is mine and I am his; he pastures his flock among the lilies.

Your breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle grazing among the lilies.

His cheeks are like beds of spice, towers of perfume. His lips are like lilies, dripping with flowing myrrh.

My beloved has gone down to his garden, to the beds of spices, to pasture his flock in the gardens and to gather lilies.

I belong to my beloved and he belongs to me; he pastures his flock among the lilies.

Your navel is a rounded goblet; it never lacks blended wine. Your waist is a mound of wheat encircled by the lilies.

And why do you worry about clothes? Consider how the lilies of the field grow: They do not labor or spin.

Consider how the lilies grow: They do not labor or spin. Yet I tell you, not even Solomon in all his glory was adorned like one of these.