Holy Scripture
Song of Solomon 6:4
A church father on this verse
“He who was spoiled by the soldiers, who was wounded by the spear, that he might heal us by the blood of his sacred wounds, will assuredly answer you (for he is meek and lowly of heart, and gentle in aspect): "Arise, O north wind, and come, O south, and blow upon my garden, that my spices may flow out." For from all pa…”
Source: Septuagint
Original
4Thou art fair, my companion, as Pleasure, Beautiful as Jerusalem, Terrible as armies set in array.
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2My kinsman is gone down to his garden, to the beds of spice, To feed his flock in the gardens, and to gather lilies.
3I am my kinsman’s, and my kinsman is mine, Who feeds among the lilies.
— Song of Solomon 6:4 —
5Turn away thine eyes from before me, For they have ravished me: Thy hair is as flocks of goats Which have appeared from Gilead.
6Thy teeth are as flocks of shorn sheep, That have gone up from the washing, All of them bearing twins, And there is none barren among them: Thy lips are as a thread of scarlet, And thy speech is comely.