A brief exposition of the whole book of Canticles, or Song of Solomon

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Nevil, 1642

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Page 96 - What shall we do then? 11 He answereth and saith unto them, He that hath two coats, let him impart to him that hath none ; and he that hath meat, let him do likewise.
Page 67 - The voice of my beloved ! behold he cometh Leaping upon the mountains, skipping upon the hills. My beloved is like a roe, or a young hart : Behold, he standeth behind our wall, He looketh forth at the windows, Shewing himself through the lattice.
Page 236 - Solomon had a vineyard at Baalhamon; he let out the vineyard unto keepers; every one for the fruit thereof was to bring a thousand pieces of silver. My vineyard, which is mine, is before me: thou, O Solomon, must have a thousand, and those that keep the fruit thereof two hundred.
Page 163 - WHITHER is thy beloved gone, O thou fairest among women ? whither is thy beloved turned aside ? that we may seek him with thee. 2 My beloved is gone down into his garden, to the beds of spices, to feed in the gardens, and to gather lilies. 3 I am my beloved's, and my beloved is mine : he feedeth among the lilies.
Page 156 - His eyes are as the eyes of doves by the rivers of waters, Washed with milk, and fitly set.
Page 137 - 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.
Page 159 - His legs are as pillars of marble, set upon sockets ^ of fine gold : His countenance is as Lebanon, excellent as the cedars. His mouth is most sweet : yea, he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, and this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.
Page 2 - ... tents. 9 I have compared thee, O my love, to a company of horses in Pharaoh's chariots. 10 Thy cheeks are comely with rows of jewels, thy neck with chains of gold.
Page 50 - He brought me to the banqueting house, and his banner over me was love. 5 Stay me with flagons, comfort me with apples: for I am sick of love. 6 His left hand is under my head, and...
Page 51 - is come, and the voice of the turtle is heard " in our land; the fig-tree putteth forth her " green figs, and the vines with the tender " grape give a good fmell : Arife, my Love,

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