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Posted by: jakinnan | August 28, 2014

08/28/2014 Scripture

JGard

You have captured my heart,
    my treasure, my bride.
You hold it hostage with one glance of your eyes,
    with a single jewel of your necklace.
Your love delights me,
    my treasure, my bride.
Your love is better than wine,
    your perfume more fragrant than spices.
Your lips are as sweet as nectar, my bride.
    Honey and milk are under your tongue.
Your clothes are scented
    like the cedars of Lebanon.

You are my private garden, my treasure, my bride,
    a secluded spring, a hidden fountain.
Your thighs shelter a paradise of pomegranates
    with rare spices—
henna with nard,
     nard and saffron,
    fragrant calamus and cinnamon,
with all the trees of frankincense, myrrh, and aloes,
    and every other lovely spice.
You are a garden fountain,
    a well of fresh water
    streaming down from Lebanon’s mountains.

-Song of Solomon 4:9-15 NLT

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