Odes of Solomon

tr. Harris, 1911

Chapter 40

¹As the honey distils from the comb of the bees, ²and the milk flows from the woman that loves her children¹; ³so also is my hope on Thee, my God. ⁴As the fountain gushes out its water, ⁵so my heart gushes out the praise of the Lord and my lips utter praise to Him, and my tongue His psalms. ⁶And my face exults with His gladness, and my spirit exults in His love, and my soul shines in Him: ⁷and reverence confides in Him; and redemption in Him stands assured: ⁸and His inheritance² is immortal life, and those who participate in it are incorrupt. Hallelujah.

Notes

Cf. Clem. Alex. Paed. i. 6 (p. 119) φιλοστόργοις πηγάζουσα μαστοῖς.
Following the emendation of Charles.