¹³ Thy shoots a paradise of pomegranates, With precious fruits,

¹⁴ A cluster of cypress `is' my beloved to me, In the vineyards of En-Gedi!

¹¹ Unto a garden of nuts I went down, To look on the buds of the valley, To see whither the vine had flourished, The pomegranates had blossomed --

⁵ I made for me gardens and paradises, and I planted in them trees of every fruit.

¹² While the king `is' in his circle, My spikenard hath given its fragrance.

¹¹ being filled with the fruit of righteousness, that `is' through Jesus Christ, to the glory and praise of God.

¹ `I am the true vine, and my Father is the husbandman;

² every branch in me not bearing fruit, He doth take it away, and every one bearing fruit, He doth cleanse by pruning it, that it may bear more fruit;

³ already ye are clean, because of the word that I have spoken to you;

³ Mary, therefore, having taken a pound of ointment of spikenard, of great price, anointed the feet of Jesus and did wipe with her hair his feet, and the house was filled from the fragrance of the ointment.

³ And he, being in Bethany, in the house of Simon the leper, at his reclining (at meat), there came a woman having an alabaster box of ointment, of spikenard, very precious, and having broken the alabaster box, did pour on his head;

¹¹ For, as the earth bringeth forth her shoots, And as a garden causeth its sown things to shoot up, So the Lord Jehovah causeth righteousness and praise To shoot up before all the nations!

²¹ And thy people `are' all of them righteous, To the age they possess the earth, A branch of My planting, A work of My hands, to be beautified.

² I lead thee, I bring thee in unto my mother's house, She doth teach me, I cause thee to drink of the perfumed wine, Of the juice of my pomegranate,

¹² We lodge in the villages, we go early to the vineyards, We see if the vine hath flourished, The sweet smelling-flower hath opened. The pomegranates have blossomed, There do I give to thee my loves;

¹³ The mandrakes have given fragrance, And at our openings all pleasant things, New, yea, old, my beloved, I laid up for thee!

² My beloved went down to his garden, To the beds of the spice, To delight himself in the gardens, and to gather lilies.

¹⁴ Cypresses with nard -- nard and saffron, Cane and cinnamon, With all trees of frankincense, Myrrh and aloes, with all chief spices.

¹⁴ Still they bring forth in old age, Fat and flourishing are they,