The voice of my beloved! behold, he cometh,
Leaping upon the mountains,
Skipping upon the hills.
My beloved is like a roe or a young hart:
Behold, he standeth behind our wall;
He looketh in at the windows;
He glanceth through the lattice.
Hearken, O daughter, and consider, and incline thine ear;
Forget also thine own people, and thy father’s house:
So will the king desire thy beauty;
For he is thy lord; and reverence thou him.
And he said, I am Abraham’s servant. And Jehovah hath blessed my master greatly; and he is become great: and he hath given him flocks and herds, and silver and gold, and men-servants and maid-servants, and camels and asses.
He that receiveth you receiveth me, and he that receiveth me receiveth him that sent me.
Let not sin therefore reign in your mortal body, that ye should obey the lusts thereof: neither present your members unto sin as instruments of unrighteousness; but present yourselves unto God, as alive from the dead, and your members as instruments of righteousness unto God.