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...every believing soul can say, Л/у beloved is white and ruddy ; the chief est among ten thousand : his head is as the most fine gold: his eyes are as (he eyes of doves, by the rivers of u-aJers: his cheeks are as a bed of spices, as sweet flowers :...

...whom every believing soul can say, " My beloved is white and ruddy ; the chiefest among ten thousand. His head is as the most fine gold ; his eyes are as the eyes of doves, by the rivers of waters ; his cheeks are as a bed of spices, as sweet flowers ; his lips like lilies,...

...every believing soul can say, ' My beloved is white and ruddy ; the chiefest among- tea thousand : his head is as the most fine gold : his eyes are as the eyes of doves, by the rivers of waters : his cheeks are as ajbed of spices, as sweet flowers : his lips like lilies,...

...whom every believing soul can say, ' My beloved is white and ruddy ; the chiefest among ten thousand : his head is as the most fine gold : his eyes are as the eyes of doves, by the rivers of waters : his cheeks are as a bed of spices, as sweet flowers : his lips like lilies,...

...whom every believing soul can say, My beloved is white and ruddy; the chiefest among ten thousand; his head is as the most fine gold: his eyes are as the eyes of doves, by the rivers of waters : his cheeks are as a bed of spices, as sweet flowers : his lips like lilies,...

...thee every believing soul can say, ' My beloved is white and ruddy, the chiefest among ten thousand. His head is as the most fine gold ; his eyes are as the eyes of doves, by the rivers of waters ; his cheeks are as a bed of spices, as sweet flowers; his lips like lilies,...

...whom every believing soul can say, My beloved is white and ruddy ; the chief est among ten thousand; his head is as the most fine gold: his eyes are as the eyes of doves, by the rivers of waters : his cheeks are as a bed of spices, as sweet flowers : his lips like lilies,...

...things. What think ye of Christ? O says the church, his spouse, " He has ravished my heart; my Beloved is white and ruddy; his head, is as the most fine gold; his bushy black locks; big dove's eyes; his spicy cheeks; his lily lips, dropping sweet smelling myrrh...

...light. On the tahle. O poet. On the stack. In the night. At the windows. In the cleft of the rock. His eyes are as the eyes of doves hy the rivers of waters. Decline these nouns orally, and in writing, giving the Gaelic for each of them :— ghlinne....