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2 Timothy 3 15-2 Timothy 3 17
and you know that from childhood you have known the sacred Scriptures, which are able to give you wisdom for salvation through faith in Christ Jesus.All Scripture is inspired by God and is profitable for teaching, for rebuking, for correcting, for training in righteousness,so that the man of God may be complete, equipped for every good work.
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1 Kings 2 19
So Bathsheba went to King Solomon to speak to him about Adonijah. The king stood up to greet her, bowed to her, sat down on his throne, and had a throne placed for the king’s mother. So she sat down at his right hand.
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Isaiah 62:4-5
You will no longer be called Deserted, and your land will not be called Desolate; instead, you will be called My Delight is in Her, and your land Married; for the Lord delights in you, and your land will be married.For as a young man marries a young woman, so your sons will marry you; and as a groom rejoices over his bride, so your God will rejoice over you.
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Psalms 116:16
Lord, I am indeed Your servant; I am Your servant, the son of Your female servant. You have loosened my bonds.
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Proverbs 31:1
The words of King Lemuel, an oracle that his mother taught him:
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2 Timothy 1 5
clearly recalling your sincere faith that first lived in your grandmother Lois, then in your mother Eunice, and that I am convinced is in you also.
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Song of Solomon 7 1-Song of Solomon 7 9
How beautiful are your sandaled feet, princess! The curves of your thighs are like jewelry, the handiwork of a master.Your navel is a rounded bowl; it never lacks mixed wine. Your waist is a mound of wheat surrounded by lilies.Your breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle.Your neck is like a tower of ivory, your eyes like pools in Heshbon by the gate of Bath-rabbim. Your nose is like the tower of Lebanon looking toward Damascus.Your head crowns you like Mount Carmel, the hair of your head like purple cloth— a king could be held captive in your tresses.How beautiful you are and how pleasant, my love, with such delights!Your stature is like a palm tree; your breasts are clusters of fruit.I said,“ I will climb the palm tree and take hold of its fruit.” May your breasts be like clusters of grapes, and the fragrance of your breath like apricots.Your mouth is like fine wine— flowing smoothly for my love, gliding past my lips and teeth!