I have spread my bed with elegant coverings, with richly colored fabric from Egypt.

If I say, “My bed will comfort me, my couch will ease my complaint,”

The Beloved to Her Lover: Oh, how handsome you are, my lover! Oh, how delightful you are! The lush foliage is our canopied bed;

I am exhausted as I groan; all night long I drench my bed in tears; my tears saturate the cushion beneath me.

The Lord supports him on his sickbed; you completely heal him from his illness.

He said, “I will not enter my own home, or get into my bed.

Only King Og of Bashan was left of the remaining Rephaites. (It is noteworthy that his sarcophagus was made of iron. Does it not, indeed, still remain in Rabbath of the Ammonites? It is thirteen and a half feet long and six feet wide according to standard measure.)

They lie around on beds decorated with ivory, and sprawl out on their couches. They eat lambs from the flock, and calves from the middle of the pen.

This is what the Lord says: “Just as a shepherd salvages from the lion’s mouth a couple of leg bones or a piece of an ear, so the Israelites who live in Samaria will be salvaged. They will be left with just a corner of a bed, and a part of a couch.”