~ but my heart waketh ~ 22_SON_05_02  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. #, 
~ city the watchman waketh ~ 19_PSA_127_001  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. # , 
~ heart waketh it is ~ 22_SON_05_02  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. #, 
~ heart waketh it ~ 22_SON_05_02  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. #, 
~ my heart waketh it ~ 22_SON_05_02  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. #, 
~ my heart waketh ~ 22_SON_05_02  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. #, 
~ the watchman waketh but ~ 19_PSA_127_001  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. # , 
~ the watchman waketh ~ 19_PSA_127_001  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 but in vain ~ 19_PSA_127_001  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 but in ~ 19_PSA_127_001  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 it is the ~ 22_SON_05_02  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. #, 
~ waketh it is ~ 22_SON_05_02  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. #, 
~ watchman waketh but in ~ 19_PSA_127_001  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. # , 
~ watchman waketh but ~ 19_PSA_127_001  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. # ,