Loving Your Body

Thou <FI>art<Fi> all fair, my friend, And a blemish there is not in thee. Come from Lebanon, O spouse,

I confess Thee, because that <FI>with<Fi> wonders I have been distinguished. Wonderful <FI>are<Fi> Thy works, And my soul is knowing <FI>it<Fi> well.

It is not said of thee any more, `Forsaken!' And of thy land it is not said any more, `Desolate,' For to thee is cried, `My delight <FI>is<Fi> in her,' And to thy land, `Married,' For Jehovah hath delighted in thee, And thy land is married.

The fig-tree hath ripened her green figs, And the sweet-smelling vines have given forth fragrance, Rise, come, my friend, my fair one, yea, come away.

A woman of worth who doth find? Yea, far above rubies <FI>is<Fi> her price.

And God seeth all that He hath done, and lo, very good; and there is an evening, and there is a morning--day the sixth.

The whole He hath made beautiful in its season; also, that knowledge He hath put in their heart without which man findeth not out the work that God hath done from the beginning even unto the end.

My beloved hath answered and said to me, `Rise up, my friend, my fair one, and come away,