Song of Solomon 5:13
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His cheeks are like beds of spice, towers of perfume. His lips are like lilies, dripping with flowing myrrh.
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Your cheeks are beautiful with ornaments, your neck with strings of jewels.
I am a rose of Sharon, a lily of the valley.
My beloved has gone down to his garden, to the beds of spices, to pasture his flock in the gardens and to gather lilies.
All spoke well of Him and marveled at the gracious words that came from His lips. “Isn’t this the son of Joseph?” they asked.
Blessed are those who know the joyful sound, who walk, O LORD, in the light of Your presence.
I offered My back to those who struck Me, and My cheeks to those who tore out My beard. I did not hide My face from scorn and spittle.
One thing I have asked of the LORD; this is what I desire: to dwell in the house of the LORD all the days of my life, to gaze on the beauty of the LORD and seek Him in His temple.
And the city has no need of sun or moon to shine on it, because the glory of God illuminates the city, and the Lamb is its lamp.
Who is this coming up from the wilderness like a column of smoke, scented with myrrh and frankincense from all the spices of the merchant?
I rose up to open for my beloved. My hands dripped with myrrh, my fingers with flowing myrrh on the handles of the bolt.