I am come into my garden, my sister, my spouse: 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 into his garden, to the beds of spices, to feed in the gardens, and to gather lilies.
And when he is come, he will reprove the world of sin, and of righteousness, and of judgment:
And suddenly there came a sound from heaven as of a rushing mighty wind, and it filled all the house where they were sitting.
The mandrakes give a smell, and at our gates are all manner of pleasant 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 saw him, and said unto him, Zacchaeus, make haste, and come down; for to day I must abide at thy house.