Verse 1

O howe fayre art thou my loue, howe fayre art thou? thou hast doues eyes, beside that which lyeth hid within: Thy heerie lockes are lyke the wooll of a flocke of goates that be shorne vpon mount Gilead.

Referenced Verses

• Song 1:15 : 15 Oh howe fayre art thou my loue, Oh howe fayre art thou? thou hast doues eyes.
• Song 6:5 : 5 Turne away thine eyes from me, for they haue set me on fire: Thy heery lockes are lyke a flocke of goates shorne vpon the mount of Gilead.
• Song 6:7 : 7 Thy cheekes are like a peece of a pomegranate within thy lockes of heere.
• Song 7:5 : 5 That head that standeth vpon thee is lyke Carmel: and the heere of thy head is like purple, and like a kyng dwellyng among many water conduites.
• Mic 7:14 : 14 Therfore feede thy people with thy rod, the flocke of thyne heritage whiche dwel desolate in the wood, that they may be fed vpon the mount of Carmel, Basan, and Gilead, as aforetime.
• Matt 11:29 : 29 Take my yoke vpon you and learne of me, for I am meeke & lowly in heart: and ye shall finde rest vnto your soules.
• 2 Cor 3:18 : 18 But we all behold as in a mirrour, the glorie of the Lorde, with his face open, and are chaunged vnto the same similitude, from glorie to glorie, euen as of the spirite of the Lorde.
• Phil 2:3-5 : 3 Let nothyng be done through stryfe or vayne glorie, but in mekenesse of mynde euery man esteeme one ye other better then hym selfe. 4 Loke not euery man on his owne thynges, but euery man also on the thynges of others. 5 Let ye same mynde be in you, which was in Christe Iesus:
• Num 32:1 : 1 The childre of Ruben & the chidren of Gad had an exeeding great multitude of cattell: And when they sawe the lande of Iazer, & the lande of Gilead, that it was an apt place for cattell,
• Num 32:40 : 40 And Moyses gaue Gilead vnto Mathir the sonne of Manasse, and he dwelt therin.
• Ps 45:11 : 11 So shall the kyng haue pleasure in thy beautie: for he is thy Lorde, and worship thou hym.
• Ezek 16:14 : 14 And thy name was spread among the heathen for thy beautie: for it was perfite through thy beautie whiche I put vpon thee, saith the Lorde God.
• Song 2:10 : 10 My beloued is lyke a roe or a young hart: beholde he standeth behinde our wall, he looketh in at the windowe, and peepeth thorowe the grace.
• Song 2:14 : 14 O stande vp then and come my loue my beautifull, and come I say O my doue, out of the caues of the rockes, out of the holes of the wall, O let me see thy countenaunce and heare thy voyce: for sweete is thy voyce, and fayre is thy face.
• Song 4:9-9 : 9 Thou hast with loue bewitched my heart O my sister my spouse, thou hast bewitched my heart with one of thyne eyes, and with one chayne of thy necke. 10 O howe fayre are thy breastes, my sister, my spouse? Thy breastes are more pleasaunt then wine, and the smell of thyne oyntmentes passeth all spices.
• Song 5:11-12 : 11 His head is as the most fine golde, the lockes of his heere are busshed, & blacke as a crowe. 12 His eyes are as the eyes of doues by the water brookes as though they were wasshed with mylke, and are set lyke pearles in golde.