Odes of Solomon

tr. Harris, 1911

Chapter 1

(Pistis Sophia 116.)

¹The Lord is on my head like a crown, and I shall not be without Him¹. 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.

Notes

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