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. The Christian Treasury - Pagina 231847Volledige weergave - Over dit boek
| Assembly of divines confess. and catech, Church of Scotland - 1773 - 570 pagina’s
...voice of ту beloved that knocketh, faying, Opeo to me, my fiÄer, my love, myMcve, my undefiled: for my head is filled with dew, and my locks with the drops of the eight, v- 3. I have put off my coat, how ihall I put it on ? I have waih«<1 my feet, how fhall I defile... | |
| Ralph Erskine - 1796 - 512 pagina’s
...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 pagina’s
...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 pagina’s
...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 my locks with the drops of the night." — Look on yourfelves, (2.) As his. temple, i Cor. vi. 19. (quoted ahove) ; a temple confecrated and... | |
| Joanna Southcott - 1804 - 606 pagina’s
...love, my dove, my undefiled: for my head is lilled with dew, and my locks with the drops of the night. I have put off my coat ; how shall I put it on ? I have washed my feet ; how shall I defile them ? Chap. iv. 15, 16 — A fountain of gardens, a well of living waters, and streams from... | |
| Maria De Fleury - 1804 - 302 pagina’s
...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."....! sleep ; alas ! sinful slumber hath taken hold of my soul ; my drowsy powers relax ; a heavy weight... | |
| Jeanne Marie Bouvier de La Motte Guyon - 1804 - 518 pagina’s
...never done before, when I might have done it more commodiously. I said with the spouse, (Cant. v. 3.) " I have put off " my coat, how shall I put it on ? I have wash" ed my feet, how shall I defile them ?" Must my spirit, which is so naked and empty, again be... | |
| Peter Bayley - 1804 - 242 pagina’s
...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... | |
| 1805 - 316 pagina’s
...bolt the door against him who loves you, and is belaved by you, inciting you to make excuses ; such as "I have put off " my coat, how shall I put it on ? I have " washed my feet, how shall I defile them ?" I am sure " the watchmen that went about " the city have often found" you in the course... | |
| Job Orton, Robert Gentleman - 1805 - 474 pagina’s
...clove, my undefiled : for my head is filled with dew, [and] my 3 locks with the drops of the night. I have put off my coat ; how shall I put it on ? I have washed my feet ; how shall I defile 4 them ? My beloved put in his hand by the hole [of the door,] 5 and my bowels were moved... | |
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