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.
(Song of Solomon 5:2)I have put off my coat; how shall I put it on? I have washed my feet; how shall I defile them?
(Song of Solomon 5:3)My beloved put in his hand by the hole of the door, and my bowels were moved for him.
(Song of Solomon 5:4)I rose up to open to my beloved; and my hands dropped with myrrh, and my fingers with sweet smelling myrrh, upon the handles of the lock.
I opened to my beloved; but my beloved had withdrawn himself, and was gone: my soul failed when he spake: I sought him, but I could not find him; I called him, but he gave me no answer.
(Song of Solomon 5:6)The watchmen that went about the city found me, they smote me, they wounded me; the keepers of the walls took away my veil from me.
(Song of Solomon 5:7)I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if ye find my beloved, that ye tell him, that I am sick of love.
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Song of Solomon 5:5 - Cross Reference
Who is this that cometh out of the wilderness like pillars of smoke, perfumed with myrrh and frankincense, with all powders of the merchant?
(Song of Solomon 3:6)Behold, I stand at the door, and knock: if any man hear my voice, and open the door, I will come in to him, and will sup with him, and he with me.
(Revelation 3:20)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.
(Song of Solomon 5:2)Thy plants are an orchard of pomegranates, with pleasant fruits; camphire, with spikenard,
(Song of Solomon 4:13)Now I rejoice, not that ye were made sorry, but that ye sorrowed to repentance: for ye were made sorry after a godly manner, that ye might receive damage by us in nothing.
(2 Corinthians 7:9)His cheeks are as a bed of spices, as sweet flowers: his lips like lilies, dropping sweet smelling myrrh.
(Song of Solomon 5:13)And not by his coming only, but by the consolation wherewith he was comforted in you, when he told us your earnest desire, your mourning, your fervent mind toward me; so that I rejoiced the more.
(2 Corinthians 7:7)And ye yourselves like unto men that wait for their lord, when he will return from the wedding; that when he cometh and knocketh, they may open unto him immediately.
(Luke 12:36)That Christ may dwell in your hearts by faith; that ye, being rooted and grounded in love,
(Ephesians 3:17)