Loving Your Body

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

I will give thanks unto thee; for I am fearfully and wonderfully made: Wonderful 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 Jehovah delighteth in thee, and thy land shall be married.

The fig-tree ripeneth her green figs, And the vines are in blossom; They give forth their fragrance. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.

A worthy woman who can find? For her price is far above rubies.

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

He hath made everything beautiful in its time: also he hath set eternity in their heart, yet so that man cannot find out the work that God hath done from the beginning even to the end.

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