waketh A Song of degrees for Solomon. Except the
LORD build the house, they labour in vain that build it: except
the LORD keep the city, the watchman {waketh} [but] in vain.

waketh 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.





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