...into my garden : my fifter, my fpoufe 1 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. My beloved put in his hand by the hole of the door : and my bowels were moved in me. th*...

...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. I have pat off my coat, ' how fhall I put it on ? I have warned my feet, ' how mall I defile...

...v.'ine, and the fmcti of thine ointments than all fpices ! chap. iv. 10. and it is faid by the Spoufe, my head is filled with dew, and my locks with the drops of the night, chap. v. 2. See alio ver, 5. F г Where'er the genial Panacea falls, Health crowns the ftate,...

...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, v. 3 . I have put off my coat, how fliall I put it on ? I have waihed my feet, how íhall...

...voice of my beloved tliat knockeih, faying. Open to me, my filter, my love, «ay doft, my uc^uied: for my head is filled with dew, and my locks with the drops of the night. ».. 3. I have put oil' my coat, how ihr.ll I pui u on ? I have v.nihed my fjet, how (hall...

...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 my locks *' with the drops of the night." One would think that Chrift taight have opened the heart of his own fpoufe with lefs follictta,tion,...

...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...

...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...

...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...

...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...