My sister spousess, come thou into my garden. I have reaped my myrrh, with my sweet smelling spices; I have eaten an honeycomb, with mine honey; I have drunk my wine, with my milk. Friends, eat ye, and drink; and most dear friends, be ye filled greatly.
Work ye not meat that perisheth, but that that dwelleth into everlasting life, which meat man’s Son shall give to you; for God the Father hath marked him.