...shall be henceforth as pure wool ; and thy robe shall remain unstained, and thou shalt even say, " I have put off my coat, how shall I put it on ?" By thy vesture shalt thou be known for a sheep. But if thou be found hairy, like Esau, who was rough...

...! Between reluctancy on the one hand, and despondency on the other, the Bride indolently replies, " I have put off my coat — how shall I put it on?" &c. (v. 3). Compare Mic. ii. 8 and Deut. vii. 17-19. There is a sense of inability which she has not...

...has lost his way, the wrong way seems the right way. He feels all that text of Scripture expresses, " I have put off my coat, how shall I put it on?" He has no heart to selfexaminajion, for he finds nothing in his heart to encourage him. As for secret...

...round about my habitation ! " When called upon to arise and go back to their Father, they cry out, " I have put off my coat ; how shall I put it on?" They seem as strongly bound by the cords of stupidity and worldliness as Samson was by real cords,...

...me, For my head is wet with dew, Mylocks with the darrpsof the night.' ' I have taken off my dress ; how shall I put it on ?'*• I have washed my feet, how shall I soil them?' My beloved put his hand in at the hole of the door ;ft My inmost affections were...

...the Church in the Canticles ; Open to me, my sister, my love. The Church is negligent and careless; I have put off my coat ; how shall I put it on ? I have washed my feet ; how shall I defile them ? Now he withdraws himself from the soul ; and what is the end of it ? I sought...

...your bed. The pale dew lies Like a veil on my head. My fair one, my fair dove, Arise, arise! 5:3-6 I have put off my coat; how shall I put it on? I have washed my feet; how shall I defile them? My beloved put in his hand by the hole of the door, and my bowels were moved for...

...reached cross the columns of the hook; his lesson was in the Cant 3:3, of which the words are these, 'I have put off my coat, how shall I put it on, I have washed my feet, how shall I defile them?' The hoy read thus, with his eyes, as I say, full on the text. 'Chav a doffed...

...among the calamitous times of Clear Creek Church. On Sunday, I took another text suited to myself: "I have put off my coat. How shall I put it on? I have washed my feet. How shall I defile them?"57 This text perhaps suited others as well as myself, though I felt at present...

...or this: Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled, for my head is filled with dew . . . I have put off my coat, how shall I put it on? I have washed my feet - how shall I defile them? My beloved put in his hand by the hole of the door ('alkappot ha-man'ul) And my...