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Song of Solomon 4:13

Tree of Life Version

Your shoots are an orchard of pomegranates with choice fruit, henna with nard

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My love is to me a spray of henna blooms in the vineyards of En-gedi.

I went down into the garden of nut trees to look at the fruit of the valley, to see if the vine had budded, or the pomegranates had bloomed.

I made royal gardens and parks for myself, and planted all kinds of fruit trees in them.

While the king is on his couch, my nard spreads its fragrance.

filled with the fruit of righteousness that comes through Yeshua the Messiah, to the glory and praise of God.

Then Miriam took a pound of very expensive oil of pure nard and anointed Yeshua’s feet, and she wiped His feet dry with her hair. Now the house was filled with the fragrance of the oil.

And while Yeshua was in Bethany at the house of Simon ha-Metzora, reclining at the table, a woman came with an alabaster jar of very expensive oil of pure nard. Breaking open the jar, she poured it over His head.

For as the earth brings forth its sprouts, and as a garden causes things sown to spring up, so Adonai Elohim will cause justice and praise to spring up before all the nations.

Then your people will all be righteous. They will possess the land forever— the branch of His planting, the work of My hands— that I may be glorified.

I would lead you and bring you into my mother’s house— she who has taught me. I would give you spiced wine to drink from the nectar of my pomegranate.

My lover went down to his garden, to the beds of balsam to graze his flocks in the gardens and to gather lilies.

—nard and saffron, calamus and cinnamon— with all the trees of frankincense, myrrh and aloes, along with all the finest spices—

Planted in the House of Adonai, they will flourish in the courts of our God.

Like an apple tree among the trees of the forest, so is my lover among the sons. In his shadow I delighted to sit, and his fruit was sweet to my taste.

Awake, north wind, and come, south wind! Blow on my garden, Let its fragrance spread out. Let my lover come into his garden and eat its choicest fruit.

One does not crowd another. Each one marches on his own highway. They plunge through the weapons, never breaking off.




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