Song 5:13 His cheeks are like beds of spices,
mounds of sweet-smelling herbs.
His lips are lilies,
dripping liquid myrrh.
mounds of sweet-smelling herbs.
His lips are lilies,
dripping liquid myrrh.
Song 6:2 My beloved has gone down to his garden
to the beds of spices,
to graze in the gardens
and to gather lilies.
to the beds of spices,
to graze in the gardens
and to gather lilies.
Eze 17:7 “And there was another great eagle with great wings and much plumage, and behold, this vine bent its roots toward him and shot forth its branches toward him from the bed where it was planted, that he might water it.
Eze 17:10 Behold, it is planted; will it thrive? Will it not utterly wither when the east wind strikes it—wither away on the bed where it sprouted?”
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