New American Standard Bible 1995

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Song of Solomon

Note Journal Prayer

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"I was asleep but my heart was awake. A voice! My beloved was knocking: 'Open to me, my sister, my darling, My dove, my perfect one! For my head is drenched with dew, My locks with the damp of the night.'

Lexicon

Verse part Definition: Part of speech: Strong's: Hebrew: Transliteration:
"I was asleep sleeping H3463    
but my heart inner man, mind, will, heart Noun H3820 וְלִבִּ֣י ve·lib·bi
was awake. to rouse oneself, awake Verb H5782 עֵ֑ר er;
A voice! sound, voice Noun H6963 קֹ֣ול ko·vl
My beloved beloved, love, uncle Noun H1730 דֹּודִ֣י do·v·di
was knocking: to beat, knock Verb H1849 דֹופֵ֗ק do·v·fek
'Open to open Verb H6605 פִּתְחִי־ pit·chi-
to me, my sister, sister Noun H269 אֲחֹתִ֤י a·cho·ti
my darling, a companion Noun H7474 רַעְיָתִי֙ ra'·ya·ti
My dove, dove Noun H3123 יֹונָתִ֣י yo·v·na·ti
my perfect one! complete Adjective H8535 תַמָּתִ֔י tam·ma·ti,
For my head head Noun H7218 שֶׁרֹּאשִׁי֙ sher·ro·shi
is drenched to be full, to fill Verb H4390 נִמְלָא־ nim·la-
with dew, night mist, dew Noun H2919 טָ֔ל tal,
My locks locks (of hair) Noun H6977 קְוֻּצֹּותַ֖י ke·vu·tzo·v·tai
with the damp a drop (of dew) Noun H7447 רְסִ֥יסֵי re·si·sei
of the night.' night Noun H3915 לָֽיְלָה׃ la·ye·lah.

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New American Standard Bible 1995 "I was asleep but my heart was awake. A voice! My beloved was knocking: 'Open to me, my sister, my darling, My dove, my perfect one! For my head is drenched with dew, My locks with the damp of the night.'
King James Bible "I was asleep I sleep, but my heart was awake. A voice! My waketh: it is the voice of my beloved was knocking: 'Open that knocketh, saying, Open to me, my sister, my darling, My love, my dove, my perfect one! For undefiled: for my head is drenched filled with dew, My and my locks with the damp drops of the night.'
Hebrew Greek English "I was asleep but my heart was awake. A voice! My beloved was knocking: 'Open to me, my sister, my darling, My dove, my perfect one! For my head is drenched with dew, My locks with the damp of the night.'