As the apple among the trees of the forest, so is my Beloved among the sons. I delighted in His shadow, and I sat down; and His fruit was sweet to my palate.
To the chief musician. Do not destroy. A secret treasure of David, when he fled from Saul in the cave. Be merciful to me, O God, be gracious to me, for my soul seeks refuge in You; yea, in the shadow of Your wings I will seek refuge, until the destructions pass over.
Awake, north wind; yea, come, south wind; blow on my garden; let its spices flow out. Let my Beloved come into His garden and eat its excellent fruits.
Who is this that comes up from the wilderness, leaning on her Beloved? I awakened you under the apple tree; there your mother travailed with you; there she travailed; she bore you.
For You are a stronghold to the poor one, a stronghold to the needy one in his distress, a refuge from storm, a shadow from heat; because the breath of the terrifying one is like a storm against a wall.
And a Man shall be a hiding place from the wind, a shelter from the storm, as streams of water in a dry place; like the shadow of a great rock in a weary land.
And all trees for food shall go up by the torrent, on its lip on this side and on that side. Its leaf shall not fade, and its fruit shall not fail; it will bear by its months, because its waters come out from the sanctuary. And its fruit shall be for food, and its leaf for healing.
The vine is withered and the fig tree droops, the pomegranate, and the palm tree, and the apple tree; all the trees of the field are withered, because joy has withered from the sons of men.
looking to the Author and Finisher of our faith, Jesus, who for the joy set before Him endured the cross, despising the shame, “and has sat down at the right hand” of the throne of God.”
And the bramble bush said to the trees, If you truly anoint me king over you, come seek refuge in my shade. And if not, let fire come out of the bramble bush and burn up the cedars of Lebanon.