"~ begotten the drops ~ 18_JOB_38_28  Hath the rain a father? or who hath begotten the drops of dew? #, "
"~ drops of blood ~ 42_LUK_22_44  And being in an agony he prayed more earnestly_ and his sweat was as it were great drops of blood falling down to the ground. #, "
"~ drops of dew ~ 18_JOB_38_28  Hath the rain a father? or who hath begotten the drops of dew? #, "
"~ drops of 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. #, "
"~ drops of water ~ 18_JOB_36_27  For he maketh small the drops of water_ they pour down rain according to the vapour thereof_ #, "
"~ dropsy ~ 42_LUK_14_02  And, behold, there was a certain man before him which had the dropsy. #, "
"~ great drops of ~ 42_LUK_22_44  And being in an agony he prayed more earnestly_ and his sweat was as it were great drops of blood falling down to the ground. #, "
"~ had the dropsy ~ 42_LUK_14_02  And, behold, there was a certain man before him which had the dropsy. #, "
"~ small the drops ~ 18_JOB_36_27  For he maketh small the drops of water_ they pour down rain according to the vapour thereof_ #, "
"~ the drops of ~ 18_JOB_38_28  Hath the rain a father? or who hath begotten the drops of dew? #, 18_JOB_36_27  For he maketh small the drops of water_ they pour down rain according to the vapour thereof_ #, 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 dropsy ~ 42_LUK_14_02  And, behold, there was a certain man before him which had the dropsy. #, "
"~ were great drops ~ 42_LUK_22_44  And being in an agony he prayed more earnestly_ and his sweat was as it were great drops of blood falling down to the ground. #, "
"~ with the drops ~ 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. #, "