I said, *I will climb up into the palm tree. I will take hold of its fruit.* Let your breasts be like clusters of the vine, the smell of your breath like apples, Beloved
They are like a palm tree, of turned work, and don't speak: they must be carried, because they can't go. Don't be afraid of them; for they can't do evil, neither is it in them to do good.*
until we all attain to the unity of the faith, and of the knowledge of the Son of God, to a full grown man, to the measure of the stature of the fullness of Messiah;