My beloved is mine, and I am his. He browses among the lilies.

Your two breasts are like two fawns that are twins of a roe, which feed among the lilies.

I am my beloved's, and my beloved is mine. He browses among the lilies,

My beloved is mine, and I am his he feedeth among the lilies.

Thy two breasts are like two young roes that are twins, which feed among the lilies.

I am my beloved's, and my beloved is mine he feedeth among the lilies.

On the top of the pillars was lily work so was the work of the pillars finished.

And upon the top of the pillars was lily work so was the work of the pillars finished.

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

My beloved is gone down into his garden, to the beds of spices, to feed in the gardens, and to gather lilies.

The capitals that were on the top of the pillars in the porch were of lily work, four cubits.

lt lt For the Chief Musician. To the tune of Lilies. By David. gt gt Save me, God, for the waters have come up to my neck!

And the chapiters that were upon the top of the pillars were of lily work in the porch, four cubits.

Save me, O God for the waters are come in unto my soul.

lt lt For the Chief Musician. To the tune of The Lilies of the Covenant. A Psalm by Asaph. gt gt Hear us, Shepherd of Israel, you who lead Joseph like a flock, you who sit above the cherubim, shine forth.

Give ear, O Shepherd of Israel, thou that leadest Joseph like a flock thou that dwellest between the cherubims, shine forth.

lt lt For the Chief Musician. Set to The Lilies. A contemplation by the sons of Korah. A wedding song. gt gt My heart overflows with a noble theme. I recite my verses for the king. My tongue is like the pen of a skillful writer.

My heart is inditing a good matter I speak of the things which I have made touching the king my tongue is the pen of a ready writer.

The Yellow Iris is a radio play written by Agatha Christie and broadcast on the BBC National Programme on Tuesday 2 November 1937 at 8.00pm.

lt lt For the Chief Musician. To the tune of The Lily of the Covenant. A teaching poem by David, when he fought with Aram Naharaim and with Aram Zobah, and Joab returned, and killed twelve thousand of Edom in the Valley of Salt. gt gt God, you have rejected us. You have broken us down. You have been angry. Restore us, again.

O God, thou hast cast us off, thou hast scattered us, thou hast been displeased O turn thyself to us again.