Verse 13

His chekes are like a garden bedd, where in the Apotecaryes plate all maner of swete thinges: His lippes droppe as the floures of the most pryncipall Myrre,

Referenced Verses

  • Song 1:10 : 10 Then shal thy chekes & thy neck be made fayre, & hanged wt spages & goodly iewels:
  • Song 2:1 : 1 I am the floure of the felde, and lylie of the valleys:
  • Song 6:2 : 2 My loue is gone downe in to his garden, vnto ye swete smellinge beddes, that he maye refresh himself in the garden, and gather floures.
  • Isa 50:4 : 4 The LORDE God hath geue me a wel lerned tuge, so that I can conforte them which are troubled, yee & yt in due season. He waked myne eare vp by tymes in ye mornynge (as ye scolemasters do) yt I might herke.
  • Isa 50:6 : 6 but I offre my backe vnto ye smyters, and my chees to the nyppers. I turne not my face fro shame ad spittinge,
  • Luke 4:22 : 22 And they all gaue him wytnesse, and wodred at the gracious wordes, which proceaded out of his mouth, and they saide: Is not this Iosephs sonne?
  • Rev 21:23 : 23 and the cite hath no nede of the Sonne, nether of the mone to lyghten it. For the bryghtnes of God doth light it: and the lambe is the lyght of it.
  • 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 4:11 : 11 Thy lippes (o my spouse) droppe as the hony combe, yee mylck and hony is vnder thy tonge, and the smell of thy garmentes is like the smell of frankynsense.
  • 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.
  • Ps 4:6-7 : 6 There be many yt saye: who wil do vs eny good? where as thou (o LORDE) hast shewed vs the light of yi countenauce. 7 Thou reioysest myne herte, though their encreace be greate both in corne & wyne.
  • Ps 27:4 : 4 One thinge haue I desyred of the LORDE, which I wil requyre: namely, that I maye dwell in the house of the LORDE all the dayes of my life, to beholde the fayre beutie of the LORDE, and to vyset his temple.
  • Ps 45:2 : 2 My tonge is ye penne of a ready wryter.
  • Ps 89:15 : 15 Rightuousnes and equite is the habitacion of thy seate, mercy and trueth go before thy face.