The Garden of his Delight

Let my beloved come into his garden
And prepare his table and his seat,
To feed in the gardens.
The glorious flowers of the garden of his delight—
On these shall he set his eyes,
To gather lilies;
And shall eat the hidden fruits,
The new and old.
My beloved, turn in to me,
To my porch and my temples;
To feed in the gardens
Show thyself in my tents,
Among the beds of mine aloe trees'.
To gather lilies
Behold, for thee, breasts of pomegranates
Given for a gift!
My beloved is mine and I am his
When I knock at the habitation of his temple;
To feed in the gardens
' My tents my aloes
His banner over me is love,
And his left hand is under my head;
To gather lilies
He waters the gardens with a fountain,
His waters are faithful.
The chosen of desire are met:
They disport themselves in the garden of love;
To feed in the gardens
Precious plants they plant,
Holy seed they sow,
To gather lilies
Cuttings of glorious trees,
Plants of pleasantness.
How goodly are the tents
Where the children of nobles meet,
To feed in the gardens
Sitting under the shadows,
In the gardens by the aloes.
To gather lilies
God shall give them a heritage of joy—
Children—the heritage of the Lord.