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Song of Solomon 6:2

The Scriptures 1998

My beloved went down to his garden, To the beds of spices, To feed his flock in the gardens, And to gather lilies.

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His cheeks are like a bed of spices, Raised bed of scented plants. His lips are lilies, dripping flowing myrrh.

because the Lamb who is in the midst of the throne shall shepherd them and lead them to fountains of waters of life. And Elohim shall wipe away every tear from their eyes.”

“Father, I desire that those whom You have given Me, might be with Me where I am, so that they see My esteem which 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 shall come again and receive you to Myself, that where I am, you might be too.

teaching them to guard all that I have commanded you. And see, I am with you always, until the end of the age.” Amĕ

“For where two or three are gathered together in My Name, there I am in their midst.”

“יהוה  your Elohim in your midst, is mighty to save. He rejoices over you with joy, He is silent in His love, He rejoices over you with singing.”

“And I shall raise up over them one shepherd, My servant Dawiḏ

For as the earth brings forth its bud, as the garden causes the seed to shoot up, so the Master יהוה  causes righteousness and praise to shoot up before all the nations!

“Then יהוה  would guide you continually, and satisfy your being in drought, and strengthen your bones. And you shall be like a watered garden, and like a spring of water, whose waters do not fail.

The righteous one has perished, and no one takes it to heart. And kind men are taken away, while no one understands that the righteous one is taken away from the presence of evil,

He feeds His flock like a shepherd, He gathers the lambs with His arm, and carries them in His bosom, gently leading those who are with young.

I went down to the garden of nuts To see the budding of the wadi, To see whether the vine had budded and the pomegranates had bloomed.

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

My beloved is mine, and I am his. He feeds his flock among the lilies.

Your two breasts are like two fawns, Twins of a gazelle, pasturing among the lilies.

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

I have come to my garden, My sister, my bride; I have plucked my myrrh with my spice; I have eaten my honeycomb with my honey; I have drunk my wine with my milk. Eat, O friends! Drink, and drink deeply, O beloved ones!




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