Verses for thy garments

Let thy garments be always white; and let thy head lack no ointment.

And of thy garments thou didst take, and deckedst thy high places with divers colours, and playedst the harlot thereupon: the like things shall not come, neither shall it be so.

Wherefore art thou red in thine apparel, and thy garments like him that treadeth in the winefat?

How thy garments are warm, when he quieteth the earth by the south wind?

All thy garments smell of myrrh, and aloes, and cassia, out of the ivory palaces, whereby they have made thee glad.

Thy lips, O my spouse, drop as the honeycomb: honey and milk are under thy tongue; and the smell of thy garments is like the smell of Lebanon.