 | 1813 - 580 páginas
...coat ; how shall I put it on ? I have washed tny feet ; how shall I defile them > Ver. 4. My beloved put in his hand by the hole of the door, and my bowels were moved for him. Ver. 6. 1 opened to my beloved ; but my beItoved had withdrawn himself; and was gone : my soul failed... | |
 | Augustin Calmet - 1814 - 636 páginas
...dropped with myrrh, and my fingers with sneel smelling myrrh, upon the handles of the lock. My beloved put in his hand by the hole of the door, and my bowels mere moved for him. THE following remarks are from Mr. Harmer, vol. ip 207. " The curious have remarked,... | |
 | 1815 - 614 páginas
...off my coat; how shall I put it on? I have washed my feet ; how shall I defile them ? 4 My beloved put in his hand by the hole of the door, and my bowels were moved for him. 5 1 rose up to open to my beloved ; and my hands dropped with myrrh, and my fingers with sweet smelling... | |
 | 1801 - 502 páginas
...duty. The church began to hear the voice of her beloved knocking, and could then fay, " My beloved put in his hand by the hole of the door and my bowels wcie moved for him." Our conference meetings liad, for a few weeks previous Revival of Religion ta... | |
 | 1819 - 948 páginas
...put off my coat; how shall I put it on? I have washed my feet; how shall I defile them? 4 My beloved ible Society 5 1 rose up to open to my beloved; and my hands dropped with myrrh, and my fingers with sweet-smelling... | |
 | William Carus Wilson - 1844 - 638 páginas
...my undeflled j tat my head i» ffled 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 foe him." Reader, does a Laodicean sleep shut up jour eyes? Is the door of your heart shut? If spiritual... | |
 | Voltaire - 1824 - 436 páginas
...and thy cheeks like pomegranates ; how beautiful is thy neck ! how thy lips drop honey! my beloved put in his hand by the hole of the door, and my bowels were moved for him ; thy navel is like a round goblet ; thy belly is like a heap of wheat set about with lilies; thy two... | |
 | Voltaire - 1824 - 422 páginas
...and thy cheeks like pomegranates ; how beautiful is thy neck ! how thy lips drop honey! my beloved put in his hand by the hole of the door, and my bowels were moved for him ; thy navel is like a round goblet ; thy belly is like a heap of wheat set about with lilies; thy two... | |
 | Thomas Williams (Calvinist preacher) - 1825 - 1068 páginas
...off my coat ; how shall 1 put it on ? I have washed my feet ; how shall I defile them ?4 My beloved 0 0 0 5 I rose up to open to my beloved ; and my hands dropped with myrrh, wd my fingers with sweet smelling... | |
 | 1825 - 434 páginas
...chariots of Amminadib:" and every godly soul may, in some degree, say with that spouse, " My beloved put in his hand by the hole of the door, and my bowels were moved for him : I rose up," &c. Tell me, friends, how can divine grace, that well of living water in the soul, choose... | |
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My beloved put in his hand by the hole of the door, and my bowels were moved for him. 
