 | Assembly of divines confess. and catech, Church of Scotland - 1773 - 570 페이지
...my wine with my milk : eat, О friends., drink, yea drink abundantly, О beloved, v. 2. 1 fleep, bnt my heart waketh : it is the voice of my beloved that knocketh, faying, Open to me, my fifter, my love, my dove, my undefined : for my head is filled with dew, and... | |
 | John Brown - 1792 - 362 페이지
...I"—How my heart melts. to hear thy powerful voice t " My fora, give me thine heart.. Open to me, my love, my dove, my undefiled ; for my head is filled with the dew, and iny locks with the drops of the night. I will betrothe thee unto me for ever ;. yea, I... | |
 | Ralph Erskine - 1793 - 384 페이지
...fleep, bat my heart waketh : h is the voice of my Beloved that knockcih, faying, Open to me, my filler, my love, my dove, my undefiled : for my head is filled with dew., and my leeks with the drops of the night. / ifa. alii. ii, 19. Hear, ye deaf, and look, ye blind, that ye... | |
 | Ralph Erskine - 1796 - 738 페이지
...deep, but my htart waketh: it is the voice of my beloved that knocketh, faying, Open to me, my filter, my love, my dove, my undefiled : for my head is filled...with dew, and my locks with the drops of the night. 4 Ifa. xlii. 18, 19. Hear, ye deaf, and look, ye blind, that ye may fee. "Who is blind, but my fervam... | |
 | Ralph Erskine - 1796 - 512 페이지
...knocking ? — Another call is that, Song v. 2. " Open to me, my filler, my fpoufe, my love, my dove ; for my head is filled with dew, and my locks with the drops of the night." I have fuffered the midnight-fhower and ftorm of divine wrath for you, it fell on my head ; I have... | |
 | Thomas Williams - 1801 - 366 페이지
...beloved, [who was] knocking : ' Open to me, my sister, my consort, * My dove, my accomplished one ; ' For my head is filled with dew, ' And my locks with the drops of the night. S L 130 CH. V. 3 ' I have put off my vest, how shall I put * it on ? ' I have washed my feet, how shall... | |
 | Thomas Boston - 1802 - 422 페이지
...the houfe were not his own, becaufe here he has to do with fickle creatures : Song, v. 2. " I fleep, but my he,art waketh ; it is the voice of my Beloved that knocketh, faying, Open to me, my fifter, my love, my dove, my undefiled ; for my head is filled with dew, and... | |
 | Peter Bayley - 1804 - 242 페이지
...him, now provoke To bitter frenzy and untender rage. And still at intervals, the more his breast * My head is filled with dew, and my locks with the drops of night. SOLOMON'S SONG. To wring with torture, all the blandishments, The rosy hours, the dreams of... | |
 | Joanna Southcott - 1804 - 606 페이지
...the valley, and to see whether the vine flourished, and the pomegranates budded. Chap, v. 2, 3 — I sleep, but my heart waketh : it is the voice of my beloved ythat knocketh, saying, open to me, my sistxr, my love, my dove, my undefiled: for my head is lilled... | |
 | Job Orton, Robert Gentleman - 1805 - 474 페이지
...honey ; I have drunk my wine with my milk : eat, O friends, drink, yea, drink abundantly, O beloved. 2 I sleep, but my heart waketh : [it is] the voice of...knocketh, [saying,] Open to me, my sister, my love, my clove, my undefiled : for my head is filled with dew, [and] my 3 locks with the drops of the night.... | |
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I sleep, but my heart waketh: it is the voice of my beloved that knocketh, saying: Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled: for my head is filled with dew, and my locks with the drops of the night. 
