 | Edward Irving - 1831 - 376 pàgines
...to be readmitted again, he cometh at length to the Laodiceans, and speaketh to them on this wise : " I sleep, but my heart waketh : it is the voice of...saying, Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undented : for my head is filled with dew, and my locks with the drops of the night" (v. 2). And wherefore... | |
 | 1831 - 676 pàgines
...abundantly, O heioved. 2 11 I sleep, but my heart waketh : it is the roice of my beloved that knucketh, saying ^ Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled: for my head is filled with Jew, aitrf my locks with the drops of the night. 3 I have put oil my coat ; how shall I put it on 1... | |
 | Charles Lambert Coghlan - 1832 - 486 pàgines
...; but all the women children that have not known a man keep alive for yourselves. Nu. xxxi. 17, 18. I sleep, but my heart waketh : it is the voice of my beloved (Christ) that knocketh (saith his church), saying. Open to • N 2 GENESIS 17 down to the well, and... | |
 | Isaac Ambrose - 1832 - 730 pàgines
...it that calls now, even now? " Open unto me my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled, for my Jjead . The Spirit doth not only make the heart fruitful, but gives Sol. Songs, 6:2. See him through the windows, this can be none but Christ; his sweet language, of sister,... | |
 | 1832 - 642 pàgines
...Hear the church saying, " I sleep, but my heart awaketh ; it is the voice of my beloved that knocked), saying, open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled." O what endearing and soul-captivating language ! One would think that it roused her from her sleep,... | |
 | Charles Simeon - 1833 - 598 pàgines
...they begin to put him off with frivolous excuses. Their language is like that of the Church of old ; " I sleep, but my heart waketh : it is the voice of...saying, Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefined : for my head is filled with dew, and my locks with the drops of the night. But I have put... | |
 | 1830 - 820 pàgines
...them, but I found him whom my soul loveth." And again, the very same truth in the fifth chapter — " I sleep but my heart waketh : it is the voice of my...with de-w, and my locks with the drops of the night." (To be continued.} London : PMuhedfor the Proprietor*, by T. G Rl FFITHS, Wellington Strset, Strand... | |
 | 1835 - 1176 pàgines
...I have drunk my wine with my milk : eat, O friends ; drink, yea, drink abundantly, O beloved. 2. IT there be in it no yellow hair, and die scall be not...shut up him that hath the scall seven days more : 3. 1 have put off my coat ; how shall 1 put it on? I have washed my feet; how shall I defile them?... | |
 | John Wroe - 1835 - 110 pàgines
...well of living waters, li And streams from Lebanon. The bride saith it is the voice of my be loved, That knocketh, saying, Open to me, My sister my love my dove, My spouse, my undefiled. 4 His plants are an orchard of pomegranates With pleasant fruits, camphire, with... | |
 | Ebenezer Erskine, Donald Fraser - 1836 - 636 pàgines
...spouse, Cant. v. He I comes to her, saying, " Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undented : for my head is filled with dew, and my locks with the drops of the' night." But she indulged carnal sloth, saying, " 1 have washed my feet, how shall I defile them ?" which provoked... | |
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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. 
