Odes of Solomon/Ode 1

For It Is Not Like a Dry Wreath

¹ The Lord is upon my head like a wreath,

and I will not be removed.

² Braided for me was the wreath of truth,

and it caused your branches to bloom within me.

³ For it is not like a dry wreath that blooms not,

⁴ but you live upon my head

and have bloomed upon me.

⁵ Your fruits are full and ripe;

they are full of your healing.