My radiant bride, for whom I died, my lily among thorns, with holy beauty adorned
(SOS 2:2, 7:6),
You are my Queen.
Garden of honey and spice, apple of my eye, your love is better than wine, turn your eyes from mine (SOS 5:1; Zech. 2:7, 8; SOS 4:10; SOS 6:5)
They overwhelm me ‘cause you are my Queen.
Many maidens there may be but you, my love, are unique (SOS 6:8, 9).
Only you stand by me. Only you make me complete (Eph. 1:23).
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