15
My breath was the spicy smell of cinnamon, of sweet perfume and finest myrrh, of stacte, onycha, and galbanum, the fragrant incense in the Sacred Tent.
16
Like an oak I spread out my branches, magnificent and graceful.
17
Like a grapevine I put out lovely shoots; my blossoms gave way to rich and glorious fruit.
19
Come to me, all you that want me, and eat your fill of my fruit.
Footnotes 1
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[Some manuscripts add verse 18:] I am the mother of beautiful love, of fear, knowledge, and holy hope. Since I am eternal, I am given to all my children, who are named by him.
Scripture taken from the Good News Translation - Second Edition, Copyright 1992 by American Bible Society. Used by Permission.