He
    
    Behold, you are beautiful, my love,
        behold, you are beautiful!
    Your eyes are doves
        behind your veil.
    Your hair is like a flock of goats
        leaping down the slopes of Gilead.
    Your teeth are like a flock of shorn ewes
        that have come up from the washing,
    all of which bear twins,
        and not one among them has lost its young.
    Your lips are like a scarlet thread,
        and your mouth is lovely.
    Your cheeks are like halves of a pomegranate
        behind your veil.
    Your neck is like the tower of David,
        built in rows of stone;
    on it hang a thousand shields,
        all of them shields of warriors.
    Your two breasts are like two fawns,
        twins of a gazelle,
        that graze among the lilies.
    Until the day breathes
        and the shadows flee,
    I will go away to the mountain of myrrh
        and the hill of frankincense.
    You are altogether beautiful, my love;
        there is no flaw in you.
    Come with me from Lebanon, my bride;
        come with me from Lebanon.
    Depart from the peak of Amana,
        from the peak of Senir and Hermon,
    from the dens of lions,
        from the mountains of leopards.
    
    
    You have captivated my heart, my sister, my bride;
        you have captivated my heart with one glance of your eyes,
        with one jewel of your necklace.
    How beautiful is your love, my sister, my bride!
        How much better is your love than wine,
        and the fragrance of your oils than any spice!
    Your lips drip nectar, my bride;
        honey and milk are under your tongue;
        the fragrance of your garments is like the fragrance of Lebanon.
    A garden locked is my sister, my bride,
        a spring locked, a fountain sealed.
    Your shoots are an orchard of pomegranates
        with all choicest fruits,
        henna with nard,
    nard and saffron, calamus and cinnamon,
        with all trees of frankincense,
    myrrh and aloes,
        with all choice spices—
    a garden fountain, a well of living water,
        and flowing streams from Lebanon.
    
    
    Awake, O north wind,
        and come, O south wind!
    Blow upon my garden,
        let its spices flow.
    
    
        She
    
    Let my beloved come to his garden,
        and eat its choicest fruits.
    
    
    He
    
    I came to my garden, my sister, my bride,
        I gathered my myrrh with my spice,
        I ate my honeycomb with my honey,
        I drank my wine with my milk.
    
    
    Others
    
    Eat, friends, drink,
        and be drunk with love!
    
    
        She
    
    I slept, but my heart was awake.
    A sound! My beloved is knocking.
    “Open to me, my sister, my love,
        my dove, my perfect one,
    for my head is wet with dew,
        my locks with the drops of the night.”
    I had put off my garment;
        how could I put it on?
    I had bathed my feet;
        how could I soil them?
    My beloved put his hand to the latch,
        and my heart was thrilled within me.
    I arose to open to my beloved,
        and my hands dripped with myrrh,
    my fingers with liquid myrrh,
        on the handles of the bolt.
    I opened to my beloved,
        but my beloved had turned and gone.
    My soul failed me when he spoke.
    I sought him, but found him not;
        I called him, but he gave no answer.
    The watchmen found me
        as they went about in the city;
    they beat me, they bruised me,
        they took away my veil,
        those watchmen of the walls.
    I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem,
        if you find my beloved,
    that you tell him
        I am sick with love.
    
    
    Others
    
    What is your beloved more than another beloved,
        O most beautiful among women?
    What is your beloved more than another beloved,
        that you thus adjure us?
    
    
        She
    
    My beloved is radiant and ruddy,
        distinguished among ten thousand.
    His head is the finest gold;
        his locks are wavy,
        black as a raven.
    His eyes are like doves
        beside streams of water,
    bathed in milk,
        sitting beside a full pool.
    His cheeks are like beds of spices,
        mounds of sweet-smelling herbs.
    His lips are lilies,
        dripping liquid myrrh.
    His arms are rods of gold,
        set with jewels.
    His body is polished ivory,
        bedecked with sapphires.
    His legs are alabaster columns,
        set on bases of gold.
    His appearance is like Lebanon,
        choice as the cedars.
    His mouth is most sweet,
        and he is altogether desirable.
    This is my beloved and this is my friend,
        O daughters of Jerusalem. (ESV)

Now Peter and John were going up to the temple at the hour of prayer, the ninth hour. And a man lame from birth was being carried, whom they laid daily at the gate of the temple that is called the Beautiful Gate to ask alms of those entering the temple. Seeing Peter and John about to go into the temple, he asked to receive alms. And Peter directed his gaze at him, as did John, and said, “Look at us.” And he fixed his attention on them, expecting to receive something from them. But Peter said, “I have no silver and gold, but what I do have I give to you. In the name of Jesus Christ of Nazareth, rise up and walk!” And he took him by the right hand and raised him up, and immediately his feet and ankles were made strong. And leaping up, he stood and began to walk, and entered the temple with them, walking and leaping and praising God. And all the people saw him walking and praising God, and recognized him as the one who sat at the Beautiful Gate of the temple, asking for alms. And they were filled with wonder and amazement at what had happened to him.

  While he clung to Peter and John, all the people, utterly astounded, ran together to them in the portico called Solomon’s. And when Peter saw it he addressed the people: “Men of Israel, why do you wonder at this, or why do you stare at us, as though by our own power or piety we have made him walk? The God of Abraham, the God of Isaac, and the God of Jacob, the God of our fathers, glorified his servant Jesus, whom you delivered over and denied in the presence of Pilate, when he had decided to release him. But you denied the Holy and Righteous One, and asked for a murderer to be granted to you, and you killed the Author of life, whom God raised from the dead. To this we are witnesses. And his name—by faith in his name—has made this man strong whom you see and know, and the faith that is through Jesus has given the man this perfect health in the presence of you all.

  “And now, brothers, I know that you acted in ignorance, as did also your rulers. But what God foretold by the mouth of all the prophets, that his Christ would suffer, he thus fulfilled. Repent therefore, and turn back, that your sins may be blotted out, that times of refreshing may come from the presence of the Lord, and that he may send the Christ appointed for you, Jesus, whom heaven must receive until the time for restoring all the things about which God spoke by the mouth of his holy prophets long ago. Moses said, ‘The Lord God will raise up for you a prophet like me from your brothers. You shall listen to him in whatever he tells you. And it shall be that every soul who does not listen to that prophet shall be destroyed from the people.’ And all the prophets who have spoken, from Samuel and those who came after him, also proclaimed these days. You are the sons of the prophets and of the covenant that God made with your fathers, saying to Abraham, ‘And in your offspring shall all the families of the earth be blessed.’ God, having raised up his servant, sent him to you first, to bless you by turning every one of you from your wickedness.” (ESV)