שׁוּשַׁן
shu.shan (H7799)
lily
AI Word Study
The Hebrew word שׁוּשַׁן (shu.shan) is translated as "lily." It is part of the Semantic domain of Creation & Nature, indicating its connection to the natural world. The fact that it occurs 17 times in the Bible shows its significance and repeated importance in various contexts. The word is likely used to describe a type of flower that is beautiful and fragrant, given its connection to creation and nature. Its repeated mention in the Bible suggests that it may have symbolic meaning or serve as a literary device to convey a sense of wonder, beauty, or majesty.
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The capitals that were on the top of the pillars in the porch were of lily work, four cubits.
On the top of the pillars was lily work: so the work of the pillars was finished.
It was a hand width thick. Its brim was worked like the brim of a cup, like the flower of a lily. It held two thousand baths.
It was a handbreadth thick; and its brim was made like the brim of a cup, like the flower of a lily. It received and held three thousand baths.
to the/ choirmaster on Shoshannim of/ the sons of Korah a poem a song of loves
to the/ choirmaster on shushan- eduth a miktam of/ David to/ teach when/ struggled with/ he obj. Aram Naharaim and/ obj. Aram Zobah and/ he turned back Joab and/ he struck obj. Edom in/ the Valley of Salt two plus ten thousand
to the/ choirmaster on Shoshannim of/ David
to the/ choirmaster to Shoshannim eduth of/ Asaph a psalm
I am a rose of Sharon, a lily of the valleys.
As a lily among thorns, so is my love among the daughters.
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.
His cheeks are like a bed of spices with towers of perfumes. His lips are like lilies, dropping liquid myrrh.
My beloved has gone down to his garden, to the beds of spices, to pasture his flock in the gardens, and to gather lilies.
I am my beloved’s, and my beloved is mine. He browses among the lilies.
Your body is like a round goblet, no mixed wine is wanting. Your waist is like a heap of wheat, set about with lilies.
I will be like the dew to Israel. He will blossom like the lily, and send down his roots like Lebanon.