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Song of Solomon 5:4 - Revised Standard Version

4 My beloved put his hand to the latch, and my heart was thrilled within me.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

4 My beloved put in his hand by the hole of the door, And my bowels were moved for him.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

4 My beloved put in his hand by the hole of the door, and my heart was moved for him.

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American Standard Version (1901)

4 My beloved put in his hand by the hole of the door, And my heart was moved for him.

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Common English Bible

4 My love put his hand in through the latch hole, and my body ached for him.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

4 Groom to Bride: Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my immaculate one. For my head is full of dew, and the locks of my hair are full of the drops of the night.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

4 My beloved put his hand through the key hole, and my bowels were moved at his touch.

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Song of Solomon 5:4
12 Tagairtí Cros  

Then Joseph made haste, for his heart yearned for his brother, and he sought a place to weep. And he entered his chamber and wept there.


In the six hundredth year of Noah's life, in the second month, on the seventeenth day of the month, on that day all the fountains of the great deep burst forth, and the windows of the heavens were opened.


Then the woman whose son was alive said to the king, because her heart yearned for her son, “Oh, my lord, give her the living child, and by no means slay it.” But the other said, “It shall be neither mine nor yours; divide it.”


Your people will offer themselves freely on the day you lead your host upon the holy mountains. From the womb of the morning like dew your youth will come to you.


Draw me after you, let us make haste. The king has brought me into his chambers. We will exult and rejoice in you; we will extol your love more than wine; rightly do they love you.


Is Ephraim my dear son? Is he my darling child? For as often as I speak against him, I do remember him still. Therefore my heart yearns for him; I will surely have mercy on him, says the Lord.


One who heard us was a woman named Lydia, from the city of Thyatira, a seller of purple goods, who was a worshiper of God. The Lord opened her heart to give heed to what was said by Paul.


But thanks be to God who puts the same earnest care for you into the heart of Titus.


for God is at work in you, both to will and to work for his good pleasure.


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