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In-Text | to sanctifie or dispossess me before my time? torment me by delivering me from the Tormentor, disease by curing, poyson me by thy balm or balsome, wound me by thy mollifying plaisters, condemn me to Hell by bringing me into a sight of Heaven? thus when the Beloved comes and knocks at the door of the espoused soul, Open to me my sister, my love, and there waits without doors most unseasonably and beyond all patience, till his head be fill'd with the dew, | to sanctify or dispossess me before my time? torment me by delivering me from the Tormentor, disease by curing, poison me by thy balm or balsome, wound me by thy mollifying plasters, condemn me to Hell by bringing me into a sighed of Heaven? thus when the beloved comes and knocks At the door of the espoused soul, Open to me my sister, my love, and there waits without doors most unseasonably and beyond all patience, till his head be filled with the due, | pc-acp vvi cc vvi pno11 p-acp po11 n1? vvb pno11 p-acp vvg pno11 p-acp dt n1, n1 p-acp vvg, vvi pno11 p-acp po21 n1 cc n1, vvb pno11 p-acp po21 j-vvg n2, vvb pno11 p-acp n1 p-acp vvg pno11 p-acp dt n1 pp-f n1? av c-crq dt j-vvn vvz cc vvz p-acp dt n1 pp-f dt vvn n1, j p-acp pno11 po11 n1, po11 n1, cc a-acp vvz p-acp n2 av-ds av-j cc p-acp d n1, p-acp po31 n1 vbi vvn p-acp dt n1, |
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Canticles 5.2 (Geneva) - 0 | canticles 5.2: i sleepe, but mine heart waketh, it is the voyce of my welbeloued that knocketh, saying, open vnto mee, my sister, my loue, my doue, my vndefiled: | thus when the beloved comes and knocks at the door of the espoused soul, open to me my sister, my love | True | 0.729 | 0.656 | 0.0 |
Canticles 5.2 (Douay-Rheims) | canticles 5.2: i sleep, and my heart watcheth; the voice of my beloved knocking: open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled: for my head is full of dew, and my locks of the drops of the nights. | thus when the beloved comes and knocks at the door of the espoused soul, open to me my sister, my love, and there waits without doors most unseasonably and beyond all patience, till his head be fill'd with the dew, | True | 0.671 | 0.465 | 2.866 |
Canticles 5.2 (AKJV) | canticles 5.2: i sleepe, but my heart waketh: it is the voyce of my beloued that knocketh, saying, open to me, my sister, my loue, my doue, my vndefiled: for my head is filled with dewe, and my lockes with the drops of the night. | thus when the beloved comes and knocks at the door of the espoused soul, open to me my sister, my love, and there waits without doors most unseasonably and beyond all patience, till his head be fill'd with the dew, | True | 0.657 | 0.528 | 0.417 |
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