Loving Your Body

Thou art all fair, my love; there is no spot in thee.

I will praise thee; for I am fearfully and wonderfully made: marvellous are thy works; and that my soul knoweth right well.

Thou shalt no more be termed Forsaken; neither shall thy land any more be termed Desolate: but thou shalt be called Hephzi–bah, and thy land Beulah: for the Lord delighteth in thee, and thy land shall be married.

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.

Who can find a virtuous woman? for her price is far above rubies.

And God saw every thing that he had made, and, behold, it was very good. And the evening and the morning were the sixth day.

He hath made every thing beautiful in his time: also he hath set the world in their heart, so that no man can find out the work that God maketh from the beginning to the end.

My beloved spake, and said unto me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.