⁷ Thou `art' all fair, my friend, And a blemish there is not in thee. Come from Lebanon, O spouse,

¹⁵ Lo, thou `art' fair, my friend, Lo, thou `art' fair, thine eyes `are' doves!

² and I, John, saw the holy city -- new Jerusalem -- coming down from God out of the heaven, made ready as a bride adorned for her husband;

²⁴ And to Him who is able to guard you not stumbling, and to set `you' in the presence of His glory unblemished, in gladness,

¹⁴ wherefore, beloved, these things waiting for, be diligent, spotless and unblameable, by Him to be found in peace,

²² in the body of his flesh through the death, to present you holy, and unblemished, and unblameable before himself,

²⁵ The husbands! love your own wives, as also the Christ did love the assembly, and did give himself for it,

²⁶ that he might sanctify it, having cleansed `it' with the bathing of the water in the saying,

²⁷ that he might present it to himself the assembly in glory, not having spot or wrinkle, or any of such things, but that it may be holy and unblemished;

¹⁶ His mouth is sweetness -- and all of him desirable, This `is' my beloved, and this my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem!

¹ Lo, thou `art' fair, my friend, lo, thou `art' fair, Thine eyes `are' doves behind thy veil, Thy hair as a row of the goats That have shone from mount Gilead,

¹³ All glory `is' the daughter of the king within, Of gold-embroidered work `is' her clothing.

¹¹ And the king doth desire thy beauty, Because he `is' thy lord -- bow thyself to him,

⁵ How good have been thy tents, O Jacob, Thy tabernacles, O Israel;