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;

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 --

²⁴ The grace with all those loving our Lord Jesus Christ -- undecayingly! Amen.

³⁶ and after certain days, Paul said unto Barnabas, `Having turned back again, we may look after our brethren, in every city in which we have preached the word of the Lord -- how they are.'

¹¹ And not only `so', but we are also boasting in God, through our Lord Jesus Christ, through whom now we did receive the reconciliation;

¹⁴ for the love of the Christ doth constrain us, having judged thus: that if one for all died, then the whole died,

¹⁵ and for all he died, that those living, no more to themselves may live, but to him who died for them, and was raised again.

⁵ Your ownselves try ye, if ye are in the faith; your ownselves prove ye; do ye not know your ownselves, that Jesus Christ is in you, if ye be not in some respect disapproved of?

⁵ because of this also, I, no longer forbearing, did send to know your faith, lest he who is tempting did tempt you, and in vain might be our labour.

⁶ And now Timotheus having come unto us from you, and having declared good news to us of your faith and love, and that ye have a good remembrance of us always, desiring much to see us, as we also `to see' you,

¹³ and again, `Behold I and the children that God did give to me.'

¹⁵ and might deliver those, whoever, with fear of death, throughout all their life, were subjects of bondage,

¹⁶ we may come near, then, with freedom, to the throne of the grace, that we may receive kindness, and find grace -- for seasonable help.

¹⁵ looking diligently over lest any one be failing of the grace of God, lest any root of bitterness springing up may give trouble, and through this many may be defiled;

⁴⁰ For, in My holy mountain, In the mountain of the height of Israel, An affirmation of the Lord Jehovah, There serve Me do all the house of Israel, All of it, in the land -- there I accept them, And there I do seek your heave-offerings, And with the first-fruit of your gifts, With all your holy things.

⁴¹ With sweet fragrance I do accept you, In My bringing you out from the peoples, And I have assembled you from the lands In which ye have been scattered, And I have been sanctified in you Before the eyes of the nations.

⁵ For before harvest, when the flower is perfect, And the blossom is producing unripe fruit, Then hath `one' cut the sprigs with pruning hooks, And the branches he hath turned aside, cut down.

⁶ How fair and how pleasant hast thou been, O love, in delights.

⁴ And I go in unto the altar of God, Unto God, the joy of my rejoicing. And I thank Thee with a harp, O God, my God.

³ Because better `is' Thy kindness than life, My lips do praise Thee.

⁴ So I bless Thee in my life, in Thy name I lift up my hands.

⁵ As `with' milk and fatness is my soul satisfied, And `with' singing lips doth my mouth praise.

⁶ If I have remembered Thee on my couch, In the watches -- I meditate on Thee.

⁷ For Thou hast been a help to me, And in the shadow of Thy wings I sing.

⁸ Cleaved hath my soul after Thee, On me hath Thy right hand taken hold.

²⁵ Whom have I in the heavens? And with Thee none I have desired in earth.

⁵ For there have sat thrones of judgment, Thrones of the house of David.

¹⁷ I love those loving me, And those seeking me earnestly do find me.

³⁰ Near the field of a slothful man I passed by, And near the vineyard of a man lacking heart.

³¹ And lo, it hath gone up -- all of it -- thorns! Covered its face have nettles, And its stone wall hath been broken down.

¹⁰ All that thy hand findeth to do, with thy power do, for there is no work, and device, and knowledge, and wisdom in Sheol whither thou art going.

¹³ The fig-tree hath ripened her green figs, And the sweet-smelling vines have given forth fragrance, Rise, come, my friend, my fair one, yea, come away.

¹⁵ Seize ye for us foxes, Little foxes -- destroyers of vineyards, Even our sweet-smelling vineyards.

¹⁶ Awake, O north wind, and come, O south, Cause my garden to breathe forth, its spices let flow, Let my beloved come to his garden, And eat its pleasant fruits!

²² and I have met with thee there, and have spoken with thee from off the mercy-seat (from between the two cherubs, which `are' on the ark of the testimony) all that which I command thee concerning the sons of Israel.