I sleep, but my heart wakes: it is the voice of my beloved that knocks, saying, Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled: for my head is filled with dew, and my locks with the drops of the night.
Pilate therefore said to him, Are you a king then? Jesus answered, You say that I am a king. For this purpose I was born, and for this reason I came into the world, that I should bear witness to the truth. Every one who is of the truth hears my voice.
He that has the bride is the bridegroom: but the friend of the bridegroom, who stands and hears him, rejoices greatly because of the bridegroom’s voice: this my joy therefore is fulfilled.
Looking to Jesus the author and finisher of our faith; who for the joy that was set before him endured the cross, despising the shame, and is seated at the right hand of the throne of God.
Seeing then that Christ has suffered for us in the flesh, arm yourselves likewise with the same attitude: for he who has suffered in the flesh has ceased from sin;