For they got not the land in possession by their own sword, neither did their own arm save them: but thy right hand, and thine arm, and the light of thy countenance, because thou hadst a favour unto them.
How he sware unto the LORD, and vowed unto the mighty God of Jacob;
I am the rose of Sharon, and the lily of the valleys.
My beloved is gone down into his garden, to the beds of spices, to feed in the gardens, and to gather lilies.
I rose up to open to my beloved; and my hands dropped with myrrh, and my fingers with sweet smelling myrrh, upon the handles of the lock.