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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 5

1 I am come into my garden, my sister, my spouse: I have gathered my myrrh with my spice; I have eaten my honeycomb with my honey; I have drunk my wine with my milk: eat, O friends; drink, yea, drink abundantly, O beloved.
2 I sleep, but my heart waketh: it is the voice of my beloved that knocketh, saying, Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled: for my head is filled with dew, and my locks with the drops of the night.
3 I have put off my coat; how shall I put it on? I have washed my feet; how shall I defile them?
4 My beloved put in his hand by the hole of the door, and my bowels were moved for him.
5 I rose up to open to my beloved; and my hands dropped with myrrh, and my fingers with sweet smelling myrrh, upon the handles of the lock.
6 I opened to my beloved; but my beloved had withdrawn himself, and was gone: my soul failed when he spake: I sought him, but I could not find him; I called him, but he gave me no answer.
7 The watchmen that went about the city found me, they smote me, they wounded me; the keepers of the walls took away my veil from me.
8 I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if ye find my beloved, that ye tell him, that I am sick of love.
9 What is thy beloved more than another beloved, O thou fairest among women? what is thy beloved more than another beloved, that thou dost so charge us?
10 My beloved is white and ruddy, the chiefest among ten thousand.
11 His head is as the most fine gold, his locks are bushy, and black as a raven.
12 His eyes are as the eyes of doves by the rivers of waters, washed with milk, and fitly set.
13 His cheeks are as a bed of spices, as sweet flowers: his lips like lilies, dropping sweet smelling myrrh.
14 His hands are as gold rings set with the beryl: his belly is as bright ivory overlaid with sapphires.
15 His legs are as pillars of marble, set upon sockets of fine gold: his countenance is as Lebanon, excellent as the cedars.
16 His mouth is most sweet: yea, he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, and this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.