Song of Songs 5:5

American Standard Version (1901)

I rose up to open to my beloved; And my hands dropped with myrrh, And my fingers with liquid myrrh, Upon the handles of the bolt.

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Referenced Verses

  • Song 5:13 : 13 His cheeks are as a bed of spices, [As] banks of sweet herbs: His lips are [as] lilies, dropping liquid myrrh.
  • Luke 12:36 : 36 and be ye yourselves like unto men looking for their lord, when he shall return from the marriage feast; that, when he cometh and knocketh, they may straightway open unto him.
  • 2 Cor 7:7 : 7 and not by his coming only, but also by the comfort wherewith he was comforted in you, while he told us your longing, your mourning, your zeal for me; so that I rejoiced yet more.
  • 2 Cor 7:9-9 : 9 I now rejoice, not that ye were made sorry, but that ye were made sorry unto repentance; for ye were made sorry after a godly sort, that ye might suffer loss by us in nothing. 10 For godly sorrow worketh repentance unto salvation, [a repentance] which bringeth no regret: but the sorrow of the world worketh death. 11 For behold, this selfsame thing, that ye were made sorry after a godly sort, what earnest care it wrought in you, yea what clearing of yourselves, yea what indignation, yea what fear, yea what longing, yea what zeal, yea what avenging! In everything ye approved yourselves to be pure in the matter.
  • Eph 3:17 : 17 that Christ may dwell in your hearts through faith; to the end that ye, being rooted and grounded in love,
  • Rev 3:20 : 20 Behold, I stand at the door and knock: if any man hear my voice and open the door, I will come in to him, and will sup with him, and he with me.
  • Song 3:6 : 6 Who is this that cometh up from the wilderness Like pillars of smoke, Perfumed with myrrh and frankincense, With all powders of the merchant?
  • Song 4:13-14 : 13 Thy shoots are an orchard of pomegranates, with precious fruits; Henna with spikenard plants, 14 Spikenard and saffron, Calamus and cinnamon, with all trees of frankincense; Myrrh and aloes, with all the chief spices.
  • Song 5:2 : 2 I was asleep, but my heart waked: It is the voice of my beloved that knocketh, [saying], Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled; For my head is filled with dew, My locks with the drops of the night.

Similar Verses (AI)

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  • Song 5:1-4
    4 verses
    87%

    1I am come into my garden, my sister, [my] bride: I have gathered my myrrh with my spice; I have eaten my honeycomb with my honey; I have drunk my wine with my milk. Eat, O friends; Drink, yea, drink abundantly, O beloved.

    2I was asleep, but my heart waked: It is the voice of my beloved that knocketh, [saying], Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled; For my head is filled with dew, My locks with the drops of the night.

    3I have put off my garment; How shall I put it on? I have washed my feet; how shall I defile them?

    4My beloved put in his hand by the hole [of the door], And my heart was moved for him.

  • Song 5:6-8
    3 verses
    82%

    6I opened to my beloved; But my beloved had withdrawn himself, [and] was gone. My soul had failed me when he spake: I sought him, but I could not find him; I called him, but he gave me no answer.

    7The watchmen that go about the city found me, They smote me, they wounded me; The keepers of the walls took away my mantle from me.

    8I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, If ye find my beloved, That ye tell him, that I am sick from love.

  • Song 2:5-10
    6 verses
    77%

    5Stay ye me with raisins, refresh me with apples; For I am sick from love.

    6His left hand [is] under my head, And his right hand doth embrace me.

    7I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, By the roes, or by the hinds of the field, That ye stir not up, nor awake [my] love, Until he please.

    8The voice of my beloved! behold, he cometh, Leaping upon the mountains, Skipping upon the hills.

    9My beloved is like a roe or a young hart: Behold, he standeth behind our wall; He looketh in at the windows; He glanceth through the lattice.

    10My beloved spake, and said unto me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.

  • Song 1:12-14
    3 verses
    76%

    12While the king sat at his table, My spikenard sent forth its fragrance.

    13My beloved is unto me [as] a bundle of myrrh, That lieth betwixt my breasts.

    14My beloved is unto me [as] a cluster of henna-flowers In the vineyards of En-gedi.

  • Song 4:6
    74%

    6Until the day be cool, and the shadows flee away, I will get me to the mountain of myrrh, And to the hill of frankincense.

  • Song 7:8-13
    6 verses
    74%

    8I said, I will climb up into the palm-tree, I will take hold of the branches thereof: Let thy breasts be as clusters of the vine, And the smell of thy breath like apples,

    9And thy mouth like the best wine, That goeth down smoothly for my beloved, Gliding through the lips of those that are asleep.

    10I am my beloved's; And his desire is toward me.

    11Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the field; Let us lodge in the villages.

    12Let us get up early to the vineyards; Let us see whether the vine hath budded, [And] its blossom is open, [And] the pomegranates are in flower: There will I give thee my love.

    13The mandrakes give forth fragrance; And at our doors are all manner of precious fruits, new and old, Which I have laid up for thee, O my beloved.

  • Song 3:2-6
    5 verses
    74%

    2[ I said], I will rise now, and go about the city; In the streets and in the broad ways I will seek him whom my soul loveth: I sought him, but I found him not.

    3The watchmen that go about the city found me; [To whom I said], Saw ye him whom my soul loveth?

    4It was but a little that I passed from them, When I found him whom my soul loveth: I held him, and would not let him go, Until I had brought him into my mother's house, And into the chamber of her that conceived me.

    5I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, By the roes, or by the hinds of the field, That ye stir not up, nor awake [my] love, Until he please.

    6Who is this that cometh up from the wilderness Like pillars of smoke, Perfumed with myrrh and frankincense, With all powders of the merchant?

  • Song 6:1-3
    3 verses
    74%

    1Whither is thy beloved gone, O thou fairest among women? Whither hath thy beloved turned him, That we may seek him with thee?

    2My beloved is gone down to his garden, To the beds of spices, To feed in the gardens, and to gather lilies.

    3I am my beloved's, and my beloved is mine; He feedeth [his flock] among the lilies,

  • Song 5:13
    73%

    13His cheeks are as a bed of spices, [As] banks of sweet herbs: His lips are [as] lilies, dropping liquid myrrh.

  • Prov 7:17
    73%

    17I have perfumed my bed With myrrh, aloes, and cinnamon.

  • Song 8:3-5
    3 verses
    73%

    3His left hand [should be] under my head, And his right hand should embrace me.

    4I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, That ye stir not up, nor awake [my] love, Until he please.

    5Who is this that cometh up from the wilderness, Leaning upon her beloved? Under the apple-tree I awakened thee: There thy mother was in travail with thee, There was she in travail that brought thee forth.

  • Song 2:13
    72%

    13The fig-tree ripeneth her green figs, And the vines are in blossom; They give forth their fragrance. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.

  • Song 4:9-12
    4 verses
    72%

    9Thou hast ravished my heart, my sister, [my] bride; Thou hast ravished my heart with one of thine eyes, With one chain of thy neck.

    10How fair is thy love, my sister, [my] bride! How much better is thy love than wine! And the fragrance of thine oils than all manner of spices!

    11Thy lips, O [my] bride, drop [as] the honeycomb: Honey and milk are under thy tongue; And the smell of thy garments is like the smell of Lebanon.

    12A garden shut up is my sister, [my] bride; A spring shut up, a fountain sealed.

  • Song 4:15-16
    2 verses
    72%

    15[ Thou art] a fountain of gardens, A well of living waters, And flowing streams from Lebanon.

    16Awake, O north wind; And come, thou south; Blow upon my garden, that the spices thereof may flow out. Let my beloved come into his garden, And eat his precious fruits.

  • Song 1:2-4
    3 verses
    71%

    2Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth; For thy love is better than wine.

    3Thine oils have a goodly fragrance; Thy name is [as] oil poured forth; Therefore do the virgins love thee.

    4Draw me; we will run after thee: The king hath brought me into his chambers; We will be glad and rejoice in thee; We will make mention of thy love more than of wine: Rightly do they love thee. [

  • Song 5:16
    71%

    16His mouth is most sweet; Yea, he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, and this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.

  • Song 8:14
    70%

    14Make haste, my beloved, And be thou like to a roe or to a young hart Upon the mountains of spices.

  • Song 6:5
    69%

    5Turn away thine eyes from me, For they have overcome me. Thy hair is as a flock of goats, That lie along the side of Gilead.

  • Song 2:16
    69%

    16My beloved is mine, and I am his: He feedeth [his flock] among the lilies.