The Song of Solomon, arranged for Sunday reading, with meditations by H. Law |
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˹éÒ 168 - I knew a man in Christ above fourteen years ago, (whether in the body, I cannot tell ; or whether out of the body, I cannot tell : God knoweth ;) such an one caught up to the third heaven.
˹éÒ 199 - Set me as a seal upon thine heart, as a seal upon thine arm: for love is strong as death; jealousy is cruel as the grave: the coals thereof are coals of fire, which hath a most vehement flame.
˹éÒ 145 - My beloved is white and ruddy, The chiefest among ten thousand. His head is as the most fine gold, His locks are bushy, and black as a raven. .His eyes are as the eyes of doves by the rivers ot waters, Washed with milk, and fitly set.
˹éÒ 107 - Thy lips, O my spouse, drop as the honeycomb; honey and milk are under thy tongue; and the smell of thy garments is like the smell of Lebanon.
˹éÒ 129 - 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.
˹éÒ 143 - I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, If ye find my beloved, that ye tell him, That I am sick of love.
˹éÒ 121 - I am come into my garden, my sister, my spouse: I have gathered my myrrh with my spice; I have eaten my honeycomb with my honey; I have drunk my wine with my milk: eat, O friends; drink, yea, drink abundantly, O beloved.
˹éÒ 53 - O my dove that art in the clefts of the rock, in the secret places of the stairs, let me see thy countenance, let me hear thy voice ; for sweet is thy voice, and thy countenance is comely.
˹éÒ 203 - We have a little sister, and she hath no breasts: what shall we do for our sister in the day when she shall be spoken for?
˹éÒ 104 - Hearken, O daughter, and consider, and incline thine ear; forget also thine own people, and thy father's house; So shall the king greatly desire thy beauty : for he is thy Lord ; and worship thou him.