Loving Your Body

You are all beautiful, my love. There is no spot in you.

I will give thanks to you, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made. Your works are wonderful. My soul knows that very well.

You shall no more be termed Forsaken; neither shall your land any more be termed Desolate: but you shall be called Hephzibah, and your land Beulah; for Yahweh delights in you, and your land shall be married.

The fig tree ripens her green figs. The vines are in blossom. They give out their fragrance. Arise, my love, my beautiful one, and come away.” Lover

Who can find a worthy woman? For her price is far above rubies.

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

He has made everything beautiful in its time. He has also set eternity in their hearts, yet so that man can’t find out the work that God has done from the beginning even to the end.

My beloved spoke, and said to me, “Rise up, my love, my beautiful one, and come away.