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Song of Solomon 6:2

English Standard Version 2016

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

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His cheeks are like beds of spices, mounds of sweet-smelling herbs. His lips are lilies, dripping liquid myrrh.

For the Lamb in the midst of the throne will be their shepherd, and he will guide them to springs of living water, and God will wipe away every tear from their eyes.”

Father, I desire that they also, whom you have given me, may be with me where I am, to see my glory that you have given me because you loved me before the foundation of the world.

And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come again and will take you to myself, that where I am you may be also.

teaching them to observe all that I have commanded you. And behold, I am with you always, to the end of the age.”

For where two or three are gathered in my name, there am I among them.”

The Lord your God is in your midst, a mighty one who will save; he will rejoice over you with gladness; he will quiet you by his love; he will exult over you with loud singing.

And I will set up over them one shepherd, my servant David, and he shall feed them: he shall feed them and be their shepherd.

For as the earth brings forth its sprouts, and as a garden causes what is sown in it to sprout up, so the Lord God will cause righteousness and praise to sprout up before all the nations.

And the Lord will guide you continually and satisfy your desire in scorched places and make your bones strong; and you shall be like a watered garden, like a spring of water, whose waters do not fail.

The righteous man perishes, and no one lays it to heart; devout men are taken away, while no one understands. For the righteous man is taken away from calamity;

He will tend his flock like a shepherd; he will gather the lambs in his arms; he will carry them in his bosom, and gently lead those that are with young.

I went down to the nut orchard to look at the blossoms of the valley, to see whether the vines had budded, whether the pomegranates were in bloom.

A garden locked is my sister, my bride, a spring locked, a fountain sealed.

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

Your two breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle, that graze among the lilies.

Awake, O north wind, and come, O south wind! Blow upon my garden, let its spices flow. Let my beloved come to his garden, and eat its choicest fruits.

I came to my garden, my sister, my bride, I gathered my myrrh with my spice, I ate my honeycomb with my honey, I drank my wine with my milk. Eat, friends, drink, and be drunk with love!




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