Flower of Sharon

I am a rose of Sharon, a lily of the valley.

The grass withers and the flowers fall, but the word of our God stands forever.”

The wilderness and the dry land will be glad; the desert will rejoice and blossom like a rose.

I will be like the dew to Israel; he will blossom like the lily and take root like the cedars of Lebanon.

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

The flowers have appeared in the countryside; the season of singing has come, and the cooing of turtledoves is heard in our land.

Like a flower, he comes forth, then withers away; like a fleeting shadow, he does not endure.

For, “All flesh is like grass, and all its glory like the flowers of the field; the grass withers and the flowers fall,