I have grown tall as a cedar on Lebanon, as a cypress on Mount Hermon;

I have grown tall as a palm in En-Gedi, as the rose bushes of Jericho; as a fine olive in the plain, as a plane tree, I have grown tall.

Like cinnamon and acanthus, I have yielded a perfume, like choice myrrh, have breathed out a scent, like galbanum, onycha, labdanum, like the smoke of incense in the tent.

I have spread my branches like a terebinth, and my branches are glorious and graceful.

I am like a vine putting out graceful shoots, my blossoms bear the fruit of glory and wealth.

Approach me, you who desire me, and take your fill of my fruits,

for memories of me are sweeter than honey, inheriting me is sweeter than the honeycomb.

“If your brother or sister[a] sins, go and point out their fault, just between the two of you. If they listen to you, you have won them over.

But if they will not listen, take one or two others along, so that ‘every matter may be established by the testimony of two or three witnesses.’

If they still refuse to listen, tell it to the church; and if they refuse to listen even to the church, treat them as you would a pagan or a tax collector.

“Truly I tell you, whatever you bind on earth will be bound in heaven, and whatever you loose on earth will be loosed in heaven.