Verse 1

O how fayre art thou (my loue) how fayre art thou? thou hast doues eyes besyde that which lyeth hid within.

Referenced Verses

  • Song 1:15 : 15 O how fayre art thou (my loue) how fayre art thou? thou hast doues eyes.
  • Song 6:5 : 5 (Turne awaye thine eyes fro me, for they make me to proude) Thy hayrie lockes are like a flocke of goates vpon ye mount of Galaad.
  • Song 6:7 : 7 Thy chekes are like a pece of a pomgranate, besydes yt which lyeth hid within.
  • Song 7:5 : 5 That heade that stondeth vpon the is like Carmel: The hayre of thy heade is like the kynges purple folden vp in plates.
  • Mic 7:14 : 14 Therfore fede thy people with thy rodde, the flocke of thine heretage which dwell desolate in the wodde: that they maye be fedde vpon the mount of Charmel, Basan & Galaad as afore tyme.
  • Matt 11:29 : 29 Take my yock vpon you, and lerne of me, for I am meke and lowlye of hert, & ye shal fynde rest vnto youre soules:
  • 2 Cor 3:18 : 18 But now the glory of ye LORDE apeareth in vs all with open face, and we are chaunged into the same ymage, from one clearnes to another, eue as of the sprete of the LORDE.
  • Phil 2:3-5 : 3 that there be nothinge done thorow stryfe and vayne glory, but that thorow mekenesse of mynde euery man esteme another better then himselfe: 4 and let euery ma loke not for his awne profet, but for the profet of other. 5 Let the same mynde be in you, that was in Christ Iesu:
  • Num 32:1 : 1 The children of Ruben and the children of Gad had an exceadinge greate multitude of catell, and sawe the londe of Iaeser and Gilead yt it was a mete place for catell,
  • Num 32:40 : 40 Then Moses gaue Gilead vnto Machir ye sonne of Manasse, & he dwelt therin.
  • Ps 45:11 : 11 Herken (o doughter) considre, & enclyne thine eare: forget thine owne people, & thy fathers house.
  • Ezek 16:14 : 14 In so moch, that thy beuty was spoken of amonge the Heithen, for thou wast excellet in my beuty, which I put vpo the, saieth the LORDE God.
  • Song 2:10 : 10 My beloued answered & sayde vnto me: O stode vp my loue, my doue, my beutyfull, & come:
  • Song 2:14 : 14 (my doue) out of the caues of the rockes, out of the holes of the wall: O let me se thy countenaunce and heare thy voyce, for swete is thy voyce and fayre is thy face.
  • Song 4:9-9 : 9 Thou hast wouded my hert (o my sister, my spouse) thou hast wounded my hert, with one of thine eyes, and with one cheyne of thy neck. 10 O how fayre and louely are thy brestes, my sister, my spouse? Thy brestes are more pleasaunt then wyne, and the smell of thy oyntmentes passeth all spices.
  • Song 5:11-12 : 11 his heade is the most fyne golde, the lockes of his hayre are bu?shed, browne as the euenynge: 12 His eyes are as the eyes of doues by the water brokes, washen with mylck, and remaynynge in a plenteous place: