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But do not kill it and give it to the Lord your God if it is not perfect, such as not being able to walk or see, or anything else wrong with it.

"Do not give to the Lord your God a bull or a sheep which is not perfect. For that is a hated thing to the Lord your God.

The Rock! His work is perfect. All His ways are right and fair. A God Who is faithful and without sin, right and good is He.

As for God, His way is perfect. The Word of the Lord is proven true. He is a covering to all who go to Him to be safe.

Give my son Solomon a perfect heart to keep Your Words and Your Laws and to obey them all. And so let him build the beautiful house I have planned and given for."

Is the All-powerful pleased if you are right and good? Is it of any use to Him if your ways were perfect?

For sure my words are not false. One who is perfect in much learning is with you.

Do you know how the clouds are set in heaven, the great works of Him Who is perfect in understanding?

As for God, His way is perfect. The Word of the Lord has stood the test. He is a covering for all who go to Him for a safe place.

It is God Who covers me with strength and makes my way perfect.

The Law of the Lord is perfect, giving new strength to the soul. The Law He has made known is sure, making the child-like wise.

God shines from Zion, perfect in beauty.

They think of ways to do bad things, and say, "We have made a perfect plan!" For the inside thoughts and the heart of a man are deep.

I have seen that all things have an end, even if they are perfect, but Your Word is without end.

He stores up perfect wisdom for those who are right with Him. He is a safe-covering to those who are right in their walk.

My son, do not allow them to leave your eyes. Keep perfect wisdom and careful thinking.

But the way of those who are right is like the early morning light. It shines brighter and brighter until the perfect day.

"You are all beautiful, my love. You are perfect.

"I have come into my garden, my sister, my bride. I have gathered my perfume with my spice. I have eaten my honey and the comb. I have drunk my wine and my milk. Eat and drink, friends. Drink much, O lovers." "I was asleep, but my heart was awake. A voice! My love was knocking: ‘Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my perfect one! For my head is wet from the water on the grass in the early morning. My hair is wet from the night.' I have taken off my dress. How can I put it on again? I have washed my feet. Should I get them dirty again? My love put his hand through the opening, and joy filled my heart. I got up to let my love in, and perfume fell from my hands. Wet perfume fell from my fingers onto the lock. I opened the door to my love, but he had already gone! My heart went out to him as he spoke. I looked for him, but did not find him. I called him, but he did not answer me. The watchmen of the city found me. They beat me and hurt me. The watchmen of the walls took my coat from me. I tell you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if you find my loved one, you must tell him that I am weak with love." "What is your loved one more than another loved one, O most beautiful among women? What is your loved one more than another loved one, that you tell us to do this?" "My loved one is bright and red, the best among 10,000. His head is like gold, pure gold. His hair has waves and is black as a raven. His eyes are like doves beside rivers of water, washed in milk, and resting in their places. His cheeks are like beds of spices, with sweet-smelling plants. His lips are like lily flowers giving off drops of perfume. His hands are strong pieces of gold set with stones of much worth. His body is made of ivory set with stones of much worth. His legs are pillars of clay put on bases of pure gold. He looks like Lebanon, as beautiful as the cedar trees. His mouth is very sweet, everything about him is pleasing. This is my loved one and this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem."

King Solomon "I have come into my garden, my sister, my bride. I have gathered my perfume with my spice. I have eaten my honey and the comb. I have drunk my wine and my milk. Eat and drink, friends. Drink much, O lovers." "I was asleep, but my heart was awake. A voice! My love was knocking: ‘Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my perfect one! For my head is wet from the water on the grass in the early morning. My hair is wet from the night.'