Song of Solomon 7:12

I went down into the garden of nuts to see the fruits of the valley, and to see whether the vine flourished, and the pomegranates budded.

How fair and how pleasant art thou, O love, for delights!

Examine yourselves, whether ye be in the faith; prove your own selves. Know ye not your own selves, how that Jesus Christ is in you, except ye be reprobates?

Grace be with all them that love our Lord Jesus Christ in sincerity. Amen.

For there are set thrones of judgment, the thrones of the house of David.

For afore the harvest, when the bud is perfect, and the sour grape is ripening in the flower, he shall both cut off the sprigs with pruning hooks, and take away and cut down the branches.

And not only so, but we also joy in God through our Lord Jesus Christ, by whom we have now received the atonement.

Looking diligently lest any man fail of the grace of God; lest any root of bitterness springing up trouble you, and thereby many be defiled;

Let us therefore come boldly unto the throne of grace, that we may obtain mercy, and find grace to help in time of need.

And deliver them who through fear of death were all their lifetime subject to bondage.

Awake, O north wind; and come, thou south; blow upon my garden, that the spices thereof may flow out. Let my beloved come into his garden, and eat his pleasant fruits.

Whatsoever thy hand findeth to do, do it with thy might; for there is no work, nor device, nor knowledge, nor wisdom, in the grave, whither thou goest.

And there I will meet with thee, and I will commune with thee from above the mercy seat, from between the two cherubims which are upon the ark of the testimony, of all things which I will give thee in...

And some days after Paul said unto Barnabas, Let us go again and visit our brethren in every city where we have preached the word of the LORD, and see how they do.

I love them that love me; and those that seek me early shall find me.

Take us the foxes, the little foxes, that spoil the vines: for our vines have tender grapes.

Whom have I in heaven but thee? and there is none upon earth that I desire beside thee.

The fig tree putteth forth her green figs, and the vines with the tender grape give a good smell. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.

Then will I go unto the altar of God, unto God my exceeding joy: yea, upon the harp will I praise thee, O God my God.

And again, I will put my trust in him. And again, Behold I and the children which God hath given me.