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Song of Solomon 5:4 - Tree of Life Version

4 My lover extended his hand through the opening —my heart yearned for him.

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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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Song of Solomon 5:4
12 Tagairtí Cros  

Then Joseph hurried out because his compassion grew warm and tender toward his brother so that he wanted to cry. So he went into an inner room and wept there.


In the six-hundredth year of Noah’s life, in the second month, on the seventeenth day of the month, on this day, all the water sources of the great deep burst open, and the windows of the sky were opened.


Then the woman whose son was the living one spoke up to the king—for her heart grew tender for her son—and said, “My lord, please! Give her the living child! Only don’t kill him!” But the other said, “It will be neither mine nor yours! Cut it in two!”


Your people will be a freewill offering in a day of your power. In holy splendors, from dawn’s womb, yours is the dew of your youth.


Draw me after you, let us run! The king has brought me into his chambers. Let us rejoice and be glad in you; let us extol your love more than wine. Rightly do they love you!


Erect road markers, set up signposts! Set your heart toward the highway, the way by which you traveled! Return, O virgin Israel, return to your cities.


A woman named Lydia—a seller of purple cloth from the city of Thyatira, a God-fearer—was listening. The Lord opened her heart to respond to what Paul was saying.


But thanks be to God, who put into the heart of Titus the same devotion for you.


For the One working in you is God—both to will and to work for His good pleasure.


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