“My beloved has gone down to his garden.
He has gone down to the beds of spices.
He is pasturing his flock in the gardens.
He gathers lilies.
I am my beloved’s.
My beloved is mine.
He pastures his flock among the lilies.”
Now we come back to the garden that was in chapter 4. Her lover has gone to his garden with all its spices and lilies. He seems to pasture his flock there, but previously the flock was in the mountains with the lilies. She proclaims that she is his and he is mine. This love union seems almost complete.