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The Odes of Solomon |
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Ode 1
1The Lord is on my head like a crown, and I shall not be without Him.
2They wove for me a crown of truth, and it caused thy branches to bud in me.
3For it is not like a withered crown which buddeth not: but thou livest upon my head, and thou hast blossomed upon my head.
4Thy fruits are full-grown and perfect, they are full of thy salvation.