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

And why take ye thought for raiment? Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow; they toil not, neither do they spin: And yet I say unto you, That even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these.

Greet Amplias my beloved in the Lord.

My beloved is unto me as a cluster of camphire in the vineyards of Engedi.

Luke, the beloved physician, and Demas, greet you.

Do not err, my beloved brethren.