Verse 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.

Referenced Verses

• Song 1:2-4 : 2 O that thy mouth wolde geue me a kysse, for yi brestes are more pleasaunt then wyne, 3 & that because of the good and pleasaunt sauoure. Thy name is a swete smellynge oyntment, therfore do the maydens loue the: 4 yee that same moueth me also to renne after the. The kynge hath brought me into his preuy chambre. We wil be glad & reioyce in the, we thynke more of thy brestes then of wyne: well is them that loue the.
• Song 1:12 : 12 When the kynge sytteth at the table, he shal smell my Nardus:
• Song 3:6 : 6 Who is this, that commeth out of ye wyldernesse like pilers of smoke, as it were a smell of Myrre, frankencense and all maner spyces of the Apotecary?
• Song 5:5 : 5 so that I stode vp to open vnto my beloued. My hades dropped wt Myrre, & the Myrre ranne downe my fyngers vpon ye lock.
• Song 7:6 : 6 O how fayre and louely art thou (my derlynge) in pleasures?
• 2 Cor 1:21-22 : 21 But it is God which stablysheth vs wt you in Christ, and hath anoynted us, 22 and sealed us, and geuen the ernest of the sprete in oure hertes.
• Gal 5:22 : 22 But the frute of the sprete, is loue, ioye, peace, longe sufferinge, getlenes, goodnesse, faithfulnes,
• Phil 4:18 : 18 For I haue all, and haue plentye. I was euen fylled wha I receaued of Epaphroditus, that which came from you, an odoure of swetenes, a sacrifice accepted & pleasaunt vnto God.
• Rev 5:8 : 8 And when he had taken the boke, the foure beestes and the xxiiij. elders fell downe before the lambe, hauinge harpes and golden vialles full of odoures (which are ye prayers of the sayntes)