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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. "
A brief exposition of the whole book of Canticles, or Song of Solomon - Page 137
by John Cotton - 1642
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Selected Spiritual Writings of Anne Dutton: Letters

Anne Dutton - 2003 - 408 pages
...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." Oh, boundless love, that Christ should speak thus to...
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How to Cook Your Daughter: A Memoir

Jessica Hendra - 2009 - 288 pages
...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." He didn't stop. "My dove, my undefiled is but one;...
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The Millennial Chronologically Dated Old Testament of Jehovah

Walter Curtis Lichfield - 2005 - 624 pages
...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." 5:3 I have put off my coat; how shall I put it on?...
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666 the Mark of America, Seat of the Beast - the Apostle John's New ...

2006 - 546 pages
...heart waketh: it is the voice of my beloved that knocketh, saying, (The Lord) 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 Lord is cold and wet, and wishes to come in out...
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Hebraic Perspectives of the Gospel

Robert Barry Davis - 2006 - 108 pages
...abundantly, O beloved, I sleep, but my heart waketh; it is the voice of my beloved, saying, open to me, my love, my dove, my undefiled, for my head is filled with dew, and my locks with the drops of the night." Jesus came into His garden, the earth, and offered...
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Proverbs and Song of Solomon

H. A. Ironside - 2006 - 358 pages
...knock of the beloved one who has returned from a distant journey and he cries, "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." We have the same picture in the New Testament in the...
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Sexual Paradox: Complementarity, Reproductive Conflict and Human Emergence

Christine Fielder, Chris King - 2006 - 560 pages
...between hard-core sex and the quest for romantic love which knows no confines. 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. My beloved put in his hand by the hole of the door,...
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Union and Communion Or, Thoughts on the Song of Solomon

James Hudson Taylor - 2007 - 96 pages
...asleep, bat my heart waked : 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, My locks with the drops of the night. How often the position of the Bridegroom is that of a knocking...
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I Am

Brian Hale, Matthew Hale - 2007 - 196 pages
...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. (Song of Solomon 5:2 KJV) Dear children Be ye therefore...
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From Crack To Christ: The Untold Revised Edition

Kimily Thompson - 2008 - 184 pages
...cannot speak. I sleep but my heart waketh, It is the voice of my beloved, Saying, open to me, my sister, my love, My dove, my undefiled. For my head is filled with dew And my lock with the drops of the night. Who died for us, whether we wake or sleep, We should live...
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