Blessed Are They Who Mourn
For they shall be comfortedSong of Songs 2:10-13
"My lover speaks and says to me,/ 'Arise, my friend, my beautiful one,/ and come!/ For see, the winter is past,/ the rains are over and gone./ The flowers appear on the earth,/ the time of pruning the vines has come,/ and the song of the turtledove is heard in our land./ The fig tree puts forth its figs,/ and the vines, in bloom, give forth fragrance./ Arise, my friend, my beautiful one,/ and come!'"