Song of Songs 7:6

American Standard Version (1901)

How fair and how pleasant art thou, O love, for delights!

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Referenced Verses

  • Song 4:10 : 10 How 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!
  • Song 1:15-16 : 15 Behold, thou art fair, my love; Behold thou art fair; Thine eyes are [as] doves. 16 Behold, thou art fair, my beloved, yea, pleasant: Also our couch is green.
  • Ps 45:11 : 11 So will the king desire thy beauty; For he is thy lord; And reverence thou him.
  • Song 2:14 : 14 O my dove, that art in the clefts of the rock, In the covert of the steep place, Let me see thy countenance, Let me hear thy voice; For sweet is thy voice, and thy countenance is comely.
  • Song 4:7 : 7 Thou art all fair, my love; And there is no spot in thee.
  • Song 7:10 : 10 I am my beloved's; And his desire is toward me.
  • Isa 62:4-5 : 4 Thou shalt no more be termed Forsaken; neither shall thy land any more be termed Desolate: but thou shalt be called Hephzi-bah, and thy land Beulah; for Jehovah delighteth in thee, and thy land shall be married. 5 For as a young man marrieth a virgin, so shall thy sons marry thee; and as the bridegroom rejoiceth over the bride, so shall thy God rejoice over thee.
  • Zeph 3:17 : 17 Jehovah thy God is in the midst of thee, a mighty one who will save; he will rejoice over thee with joy; he will rest in his love; he will joy over thee with singing.

Similar Verses (AI)

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  • Song 7:7-12
    6 verses
    84%

    7 This thy stature is like to a palm-tree, And thy breasts to its clusters.

    8 I 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,

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

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

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

    12 Let 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.

  • Song 4:5-11
    7 verses
    83%

    5 Thy two breasts are like two fawns That are twins of a roe, Which feed among the lilies.

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

    7 Thou art all fair, my love; And there is no spot in thee.

    8 Come with me from Lebanon, [my] bride, With me from Lebanon: Look from the top of Amana, From the top of Senir and Hermon, From the lions' dens, From the mountains of the leopards.

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

    10 How 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!

    11 Thy 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.

  • Song 1:13-16
    4 verses
    83%

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

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

    15 Behold, thou art fair, my love; Behold thou art fair; Thine eyes are [as] doves.

    16 Behold, thou art fair, my beloved, yea, pleasant: Also our couch is green.

  • 1 Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; Thine eyes are [as] doves behind thy veil. Thy hair is as a flock of goats, That lie along the side of mount Gilead.

  • Song 7:3-5
    3 verses
    81%

    3 Thy two breasts are like two fawns That are twins of a roe.

    4 Thy neck is like the tower of ivory; Thine eyes [as] the pools in Heshbon, By the gate of Bath-rabbim; Thy nose is like the tower of Lebanon Which looketh toward Damascus.

    5 Thy head upon thee is like Carmel, And the hair of thy head like purple; The king is held captive in the tresses [thereof] .

  • Song 6:4-5
    2 verses
    81%

    4 Thou art fair, O my love, as Tirzah, Comely as Jerusalem, Terrible as an army with banners.

    5 Turn 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 5:9-10
    2 verses
    80%

    9 What is thy beloved more than [another] beloved, O thou fairest among women? What is thy beloved more than [another] beloved, That thou dost so adjure us?

    10 My beloved is white and ruddy, The chiefest among ten thousand.

  • Song 6:1-2
    2 verses
    80%

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

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

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

  • Song 1:2-4
    3 verses
    79%

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

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

    4 Draw 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. [

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

  • Song 1:7-10
    4 verses
    78%

    7 Tell me, O thou whom my soul loveth, Where thou feedest [thy flock], Where thou makest [it] to rest at noon: For why should I be as one that is veiled Beside the flocks of thy companions?

    8 If thou know not, O thou fairest among women, Go thy way forth by the footsteps of the flock, And feed thy kids beside the shepherds' tents.

    9 I have compared thee, O my love, To a steed in Pharaoh's chariots.

    10 Thy cheeks are comely with plaits [of hair], Thy neck with strings of jewels.

  • 1 How beautiful are thy feet in sandals, O prince's daughter! Thy rounded thighs are like jewels, The work of the hands of a skilful workman.

  • 10 Who is she that looketh forth as the morning, Fair as the moon, Clear as the sun, Terrible as an army with banners?

  • Song 2:13-14
    2 verses
    77%

    13 The 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.

    14 O my dove, that art in the clefts of the rock, In the covert of the steep place, Let me see thy countenance, Let me hear thy voice; For sweet is thy voice, and thy countenance is comely.

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

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

  • 3 As the apple-tree among the trees of the wood, So is my beloved among the sons. I sat down under his shadow with great delight, And his fruit was sweet to my taste.

  • 18 Come, let us take our fill of love until the morning; Let us solace ourselves with loves.

  • 3 Thy lips are like a thread of scarlet, And thy mouth is comely. Thy temples are like a piece of a pomegranate Behind thy veil.

  • 7 Thy temples are like a piece of a pomegranate Behind thy veil.

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

  • 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 2:7-8
    2 verses
    75%

    7 I 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.

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