The fig tree ripens her green figs.
The vines are in blossom.
They give out their fragrance.
Arise, my love, my beautiful one,
and come away.
Song of Songs 2:13

As a lily among thorns,
so is my love among the daughters.
Song of Songs 2:2

Awake, north wind; and come, you south!
Blow on my garden, that its spices may flow out…
Song of Songs 4:16

You are beautiful, my love.
There is no spot in you.
Song of Songs 4:7

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phil 4:8


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