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The Lord executes righteousness And justice for all
If God be for us, who can be against us?
Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened
Not by might, nor by power, but by my spirit
For in him we live, and move, and have our being
Fear not, neither be dismayed
They shall mount up with wings as eagles
Be strong and of a good courage
Peace I leave with you, my peace I give unto you
Let not your heart be troubled, trust in God
The LORD is nigh unto them that are of a broken heart
Blessed are the meek: for they shall inherit the earth
But be of good cheer; I have overcome the world
Blessed are they that mourn: for they shall be comforted
But be of good cheer; I have overcome the world
Judge not, that ye be not judged
Blessed are the pure in heart: for they shall see God
Behold, thus shall the man be blessed Who fears the Lord
I will guide thee with mine eye
I waited patiently for the LORD; and he inclined unto me
Give ear to my words, O LORD, consider my meditation
I will love thee, O LORD, my strength
But I trusted in thee, O LORD: I said, Thou art my God
Forsake me not, O LORD: O my God, be not far from me
Fear not, for I am with thee, and will bless thee

Old Testament

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Song of Solomon Chapter 1

1 The song of songs, which is Solomon’s.
2 Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth: for thy love is better than wine.
3 Because of the savour of thy good ointments thy name is as ointment poured forth, therefore do the virgins love thee.
4 Draw me, we will run after thee: the king hath brought me into his chambers: we will be glad and rejoice in thee, we will remember thy love more than wine: the upright love thee.
5 I am black, but comely, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, as the tents of Kedar, as the curtains of Solomon.
6 Look not upon me, because I am black, because the sun hath looked upon me: my mother’s children were angry with me; they made me the keeper of the vineyards; but mine own vineyard have I not kept.
7 Tell me, O thou whom my soul loveth, where thou feedest, where thou makest thy flock to rest at noon: for why should I be as one that turneth aside by the flocks of thy companions?
8 If thou know not, O thou fairest among women, go thy way forth by the footsteps of the flock, and feed thy kids beside the shepherds’ tents.
9 I have compared thee, O my love, to a company of horses in Pharaoh’s chariots.
10 Thy cheeks are comely with rows of jewels, thy neck with chains of gold.
11 We will make thee borders of gold with studs of silver.
12 While the king sitteth at his table, my spikenard sendeth forth the smell thereof.
13 A bundle of myrrh is my wellbeloved unto me; he shall lie all night betwixt my breasts.
14 My beloved is unto me as a cluster of camphire in the vineyards of Engedi.
15 Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; thou hast doves’ eyes.
16 Behold, thou art fair, my beloved, yea, pleasant: also our bed is green.
17 The beams of our house are cedar, and our rafters of fir.