Verse 11

Thy lippes, O my spouse, drop as the hony combe, yea mylke and hony is vnder thy tongue, and the smell of thy garmentes is like the smell of Libanus.

Referenced Verses

• Gen 27:27 : 27 And he went vnto him, & kyssed him, and he smelled the sauour of his rayment, and blessed hym, & saide: See, the smell of my sonne, is as the smell of a fielde which the Lorde hath blessed.
• Song 5:1 : 1 I am come into my garden, O my sister, my spouse, I haue gathered my Myrre with my spice: I haue eate hony with my hony combe, I haue drunke my wine with my milke: Eate O ye frendes, drinke and be merie O ye beloued.
• Song 5:13 : 13 His cheekes are lyke a garden bed, wherin the Apothecaries plant all maner of sweete thynges. His lippes are lyke lilies that droppe sweete smellyng Myrre:
• Song 7:9 : 9 And thy rooffe of thy mouth lyke the best wine, which is meete for my best beloued, pleasaunt for his lippes, and for his teeth to chawe.
• Isa 7:15 : 15 Butter and honye shall he eate, vntill he knowe to refuse the euyll and choose the good.
• Hos 14:2 : 2 Take these wordes with you, whe ye turne to the Lorde, and say vnto him, O forgeue vs all our sinnes, receaue vs graciously, and then wyll we offer the Calues of our lippes vnto thee.
• Hos 14:6-7 : 6 His braunches shal spreade out abrode, and be as faire as the oliue tree, & smell as Libanus. 7 They that dwell vnder his shadowe, shall returne & growe vp as the corne, and florishe as the vine: he shall haue as good a name as the wine of Libanus.
• Heb 13:15 : 15 By hym therfore, do we offer sacrifice of laude alwayes to God: that is, the fruite of lippes confessyng his name.
• Ps 19:10 : 10 They are more to be desired then golde, yea then much fine golde: they are also sweeter then hony and the hony combe.
• Ps 45:8 : 8 All thy garmentes smell of Myrre, Aloes, and Cassia, out of the iuorie palaces: wherby they haue made thee glad.
• Ps 71:14-15 : 14 As for me I wyll patiently wayte alway: and I wyll prayse thee more and more. 15 My mouth shall dayly speake of thy ryghteousnesse and saluation: for I knowe no ende therof.
• Ps 71:23-24 : 23 My lyppes wyll be ioyfull when I syng vnto thee: and so wyll my soule which thou hast redeemed. 24 My tongue also shal talke of thy righteousnesse all the day long: for they are confounded and brought vnto shame that seke to do me euyll.
• Prov 5:3 : 3 For the lippes of a straunge woman are a dropping hony combe, and her throte is more glistering then oyle:
• Prov 16:24 : 24 Fayre wordes are an hony combe, a refresshyng of the mynde, and health of the bones.
• Prov 24:13-14 : 13 My sonne, eate thou hony because it is good, and the hony combe, for it is sweete vnto thy mouth: 14 So sweete shal the knowledge of wysdome be vnto thy soule when thou hast found it: and there shalbe hope, and thy hope shall not be cut of.
• Song 4:3 : 3 Thy lippes are lyke a rose coloured ribande, thy wordes are louely, thy cheekes are like a peece of a pomegranate within thyne heeres.
• Song 4:10 : 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.