Song of Solomon 5:7

The watchmen who were going round in the city, found me, they smote me, wounded me,—The watchmen of the walls, took away my cloak from off me.

The Emphasised Bible by J. B. Rotherham

In The King James Version

The watchmen that went about the city found me, they smote me, they wounded me; the keepers of the walls took away my veil from me.

In Context

6I myself, opened to my beloved, but, my beloved, had turned away, had passed on,—My soul, had gone out when he spake, I sought him, but found him not, I called him, but he answered not.

8I adjure you, ye daughters of Jerusalem,—If ye find my beloved, what will ye tell him? That, sick with love, I am.

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Cross References

Psalms 141:5Let a righteous man smite me—a lovingkindness, that he should correct me, an oil for the head [which] let not my head refuse! For, yet, even my prayer, shall be in their calamities.

Song of Solomon 8:11A vineyard, had Solomon, as the owner of abundance, He put out the vineyard to keepers,—Every man, was to bring in, for the fruit thereof, a thousand silverlings:

Isaiah 6:10Stupefy thou the heart of this people, And their ears, make thou heavy, And their eyes, overspread,—Lest they see with their eyes And with their ears, should hear, And their heart should discern and come back. And they be healed.

Hosea 6:5For this cause, have I hewn them in pieces by the prophets, I have slain them by the sayings of my mouth,—and, my justice, as a light goeth forth.

Matthew 21:33Another parable, hear ye:—A man there was, a householder, who planted a vineyard, and, a wall around it, placed, and digged in it a wine-vat, and built a tower, and let it out to husbandmen,—and left home.

Matthew 23:29Alas for you, Scribes and Pharisees, hypocrites; because ye build the sepulchres of the prophets, and adorn the monuments of the righteous,

Matthew Henry on Song of Solomon 5:3-9

The Love of Christ to the Church; Spiritual Desertion. 2 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. 3 I have put off my coat; how shall I put it on? I have washed my feet; how shall I defile them? 4 My beloved put in his hand by the hole of the door, and my bowels were moved for him. 5 I rose up to open to my beloved; and my hands dropped with… Read the whole commentary →

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