I am come into my garden, my sister, (my) bride: I have gathered my myrrh with my spice; I have eaten my honeycomb with my honey; I have drunk my wine with my milk. Eat, O friends; Drink, yea, drink abundantly, O beloved.
My beloved is gone down to his garden, To the beds of spices, To feed in the gardens, and to gather lilies.
And he, when he is come, will convict the world in respect of sin, and of righteousness, and of judgment:
And suddenly there came from heaven a sound as of the rushing of a mighty wind, and it filled all the house where they were sitting.
The mandrakes give forth fragrance; And at our doors are all manner of precious fruits, new and old, Which I have laid up for thee, O my beloved.
And when Jesus came to the place, he looked up, and said unto him, Zacchaeus, make haste, and come down; for to-day I must abide at thy house.