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Song of Solomon 6:2

Revised Standard Version (RSV-CI)

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

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His cheeks are like beds of spices, yielding fragrance. His lips are lilies, distilling 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 thou hast given me, may be with me where I am, to behold my glory which thou hast given me in thy love for me before the foundation of the world.

And when 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 lo, I am with you always, to the close of the age.”

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

The Lord your God is in your midst, a warrior who gives victory; he will rejoice over you with gladness, he will renew you in 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 shoots, and as a garden causes what is sown in it to spring up, so the Lord God will cause righteousness and praise to spring forth before all the nations.

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

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 feed 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 garden locked, a fountain sealed.

My beloved is mine and I am his, he pastures his flock among the lilies.

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

Awake, O north wind, and come, O south wind! Blow upon my garden, let its fragrance be wafted abroad. Let my beloved come to his garden, and eat its choicest fruits.

I come to my garden, my sister, my bride, I gather my myrrh with my spice, I eat my honeycomb with my honey, I drink my wine with my milk. Eat, O friends, and drink: drink deeply, O lovers!




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