Song of Solomon 1:5

O my dove, that art in the clefts of the rock, in the secret places of the stairs, let me see thy countenance, let me hear thy voice; for sweet is thy voice, and thy countenance is comely.

But the father said to his servants, Bring forth the best robe, and put it on him; and put a ring on his hand, and shoes on his feet:

I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if ye find my beloved, that ye tell him, that I am sick of love.

Woe is me, that I sojourn in Mesech, that I dwell in the tents of Kedar!

His mouth is most sweet: yea, he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, and this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.

I charge you, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes, and by the hinds of the field, that ye stir not up, nor awake my love, till he please.

For he hath made him to be sin for us, who knew no sin; that we might be made the righteousness of God in him.

It is enough for the disciple that he be as his master, and the servant as his lord. If they have called the master of the house Beelzebub, how much more shall they call them of his household?

All the flocks of Kedar shall be gathered together unto thee, the rams of Nebaioth shall minister unto thee: they shall come up with acceptance on mine altar, and I will glorify the house of my glory.

But put ye on the Lord Jesus Christ, and make not provision for the flesh, to fulfil the lusts thereof.

O Jerusalem, Jerusalem, which killest the prophets, and stonest them that are sent unto thee; how often would I have gathered thy children together, as a hen doth gather her brood under her wings, and ye would not!

And when the king came in to see the guests, he saw there a man which had not on a wedding garment:

I will greatly rejoice in the LORD, my soul shall be joyful in my God; for he hath clothed me with the garments of salvation, he hath covered me with the robe of righteousness, as a bridegroom decketh himself with ornaments, and as a bride adorneth herself with her jewels.

And thy renown went forth among the heathen for thy beauty: for it was perfect through my comeliness, which I had put upon thee, saith the Lord GOD.

Thy lips are like a thread of scarlet, and thy speech is comely: thy temples are like a piece of a pomegranate within thy locks.

Thou art beautiful, O my love, as Tirzah, comely as Jerusalem, terrible as an army with banners.

For he shall grow up before him as a tender plant, and as a root out of a dry ground: he hath no form nor comeliness; and when we shall see him, there is no beauty that we should desire him.

I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, that ye stir not up, nor awake my love, until he please.

But Jerusalem which is above is free, which is the mother of us all.

That he might sanctify and cleanse it with the washing of water by the word,