Song of Songs 1:16

Bishops' Bible (1568)

O howe fayre art thou my beloued, howe well fauoured art thou? Our bed is dect with flowres,

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Referenced Verses

  • Song 2:3 : 3 Like as the apple tree among the trees of the wood: so is my beloued among the sonnes.
  • Song 3:7 : 7 Beholde, about Solomons bedsteede there stande threescore valiaunt, of the most mightie in Israel: They holde swordes euery one, and are expert in warre.
  • Song 5:10-16 : 10 As for my loue, he is whyte and red coloured, a goodly person among tenne thousande. 11 His head is as the most fine golde, the lockes of his heere are busshed, & blacke as a crowe. 12 His eyes are as the eyes of doues by the water brookes as though they were wasshed with mylke, and are set lyke pearles in golde. 13 His cheekes are lyke a garden bed, wherin the Apothecaries plant all maner of sweete thynges. His lippes are lyke lilies that droppe sweete smellyng Myrre: 14 His handes are lyke golde rynges, hauyng inclosed the precious stone of Tharsis. His body is as the pure iuorie, dect ouer with Saphires: 15 His legges are as the pillers of Marble set vpon sockettes of golde. His face is as Libanus: and as the beautie of the Cedar trees. 16 The wordes of his mouth are sweete: yea he is altogether louely: Such a one is my loue O ye daughters of Hierusalem, such a one is my loue.
  • Zech 9:17 : 17 O how prosperous and goodly a thing shall that be? For the corne shall make the young men cheareful, and the newe wine the maydens.
  • Phil 3:8-9 : 8 Yea, I thynke all thynges but losse, for the excellencie of the knowledge of Christe Iesus my Lorde: For whom I haue counted all thyng losse, & do iudge the but vile, that I may winne Christe, 9 And be founde in hym, not hauyng myne owne ryghteousnesse which is of the lawe: but that which is through the fayth of Christ, the ryghteousnes which commeth of God through fayth:
  • Rev 5:11-13 : 11 And I beheld, and I heard the voyce of many angels about the throne, and about the beastes and the elders, and hearde thousande thousandes, 12 Saying with a loude voyce: Worthy is the lambe that was kylled to receaue power, and richesse, and wisedome, and strength, and honor, and glorie, and blessyng. 13 And all the creatures whiche are in heauen, and on the earth, and vnder the earth, and in the sea, and all that are in them, hearde I, saying: Blessyng, honour, glorie, and power be vnto hym that sitteth vpon the throne, and vnto the lambe for euermore.
  • Ps 45:2 : 2 Thou art fayrer then the children of men, full of grace are thy lippes: because the Lorde hath blessed thee for euer.
  • Ps 110:3 : 3 Thy people wyll be very wyllyng in the time of shewing thy most mightie power with a beautifull holynes: the deawe of thy byrth is to thee from the wombe as from the morning.

Similar Verses (AI)

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  • Song 1:13-15
    3 verses
    85%

    13a bundell of myrre is my loue vnto me, he wyll lye betwixt my brestes:

    14a cluster of Camphire in the vineyardes of Engaddi is my loue vnto me.

    15Oh howe fayre art thou my loue, Oh howe fayre art thou? thou hast doues eyes.

  • Song 1:17
    83%

    17the seelinges of our house are of Cedar tree, and our crosse ioyntes of Cipresse.

  • Song 7:5-7
    3 verses
    81%

    5That head that standeth vpon thee is lyke Carmel: and the heere of thy head is like purple, and like a kyng dwellyng among many water conduites.

    6O Howe faire and louely art thou my dearlyng in pleasures?

    7Thy stature is lyke a paulme tree, and thy breastes lyke the grapes.

  • Song 4:1
    80%

    1O howe fayre art thou my loue, howe fayre art thou? thou hast doues eyes, beside that which lyeth hid within: Thy heerie lockes are lyke the wooll of a flocke of goates that be shorne vpon mount Gilead.

  • Song 4:6-10
    5 verses
    78%

    6O that I might go to the mountaine of myrre, and to the hil of frankencense, til the day breake, and til the shadowes be past away.

    7Thou art all fayre (O my loue) and no spot is there in thee.

    8Come to me from Libanus (O my spouse) come to me from Libanus: looke from the top of Amana, from the top of Sanir and Hermon, from the lions dennes, and from the mountaines of the leopardes.

    9Thou hast with loue bewitched my heart O my sister my spouse, thou hast bewitched my heart with one of thyne eyes, and with one chayne of thy necke.

    10O howe fayre are thy breastes, my sister, my spouse? Thy breastes are more pleasaunt then wine, and the smell of thyne oyntmentes passeth all spices.

  • Song 2:8-10
    3 verses
    78%

    8I charge you (O ye daughters of Hierusalem) by the roes and hindes of the fiede, that ye wake not vp my loue, nor touche her, tyll she be content her selfe.

    9Me thinke I heare the voyce of my beloued: lo, there commeth he hopping vpon the mountaines, and leaping ouer the litle hilles.

    10My beloued is lyke a roe or a young hart: beholde he standeth behinde our wall, he looketh in at the windowe, and peepeth thorowe the grace.

  • Song 6:1-5
    5 verses
    76%

    1Whyther is thy loue gone then O thou fairest among women? whyther is thy loue departed, and we wyll seke hym with thee?

    2My loue is gone downe into his garden vnto the sweete smellyng beddes, that he may refreshe hym selfe in the garden, & gather lilies.

    3My loue is myne, and I am his, which feedeth among the lilies.

    4Thou are beautifull O my loue as is the place Thirza, thou art faire as Hierusalem, fearefull as an armie of men with their banners.

    5Turne away thine eyes from me, for they haue set me on fire: Thy heery lockes are lyke a flocke of goates shorne vpon the mount of Gilead.

  • Song 2:13-14
    2 verses
    76%

    13The figge tree bryngeth foorth her figges, and the vines beare blossomes and haue a good smell.

    14O stande vp then and come my loue my beautifull, and come I say O my doue, out of the caues of the rockes, out of the holes of the wall, O let me see thy countenaunce and heare thy voyce: for sweete is thy voyce, and fayre is thy face.

  • Song 4:15-16
    2 verses
    75%

    15a well of gardens, a well of liuing waters which runne downe from Libanus.

    16Up thou north winde, come thou south winde and blowe vpon my garden, that the smell therof may be caryed on euery side: yea that my beloued may come into his garden, and eate of the sweete fruites that growe therein.

  • Song 2:3-4
    2 verses
    75%

    3Like as the apple tree among the trees of the wood: so is my beloued among the sonnes.

    4My delight is to sit vnder his shadowe, for his fruite is sweete vnto my throte.

  • Song 1:7-9
    3 verses
    74%

    7Tell me O thou whom my soule loueth, where thou feedest the sheepe, where thou makest them rest at the noone day: for why shall I be like hym that goeth wrong about the flockes of thy companions?

    8If thou knowe not thy selfe (O thou fayrest among women) then go thy way foorth after the footesteppes of the sheepe, and feede thy goates besyde the shepheardes tentes.

    9Unto the hoast of Pharaos charets haue I compared thee, O my loue.

  • Song 2:16-17
    2 verses
    74%

    16My loue is mine, & I am his, whiche feedeth among the lillies vntill the day breake, and till the shadowes be gone:

    17Come agayne O my beloued, and be lyke as a roe or a young hart vpon the wyde mountaines.

  • Song 8:13-14
    2 verses
    74%

    13Thou that dwellest in the gardens, O let me heare thy voyce, that my companions may hearken to the same.

    14O get thee away my loue, and be as a roe or a young hart vpon the sweete smellyng mountaynes.

  • Song 5:9-10
    2 verses
    74%

    9What maner of man is thy loue aboue other louers, O thou fairest among women? Or what can thy loue do more then other louers, that thou chargest vs so straytly?

    10As for my loue, he is whyte and red coloured, a goodly person among tenne thousande.

  • Song 7:10-13
    4 verses
    74%

    10I am my beloueds, and he shall turne hym vnto me.

    11O come on my loue, we wyll go foorth into the fielde, and take our lodgyng in the villages.

    12In the mornyng wyll we go see the vineyarde, we wyll see yf the vine be sprong foorth, yf the grapes be growen, and yf the pomegranates be shot out. There will I geue thee my brestes:

    13the Mandragoras geue their sweete smell, and besyde our doores are all maner of pleasaunt fruites both newe and olde, which I haue kept for thee O my beloued.

  • Song 1:4-5
    2 verses
    73%

    4Drawe thou me vnto thee we wyll runne after thee. The kyng hath brought me into his priuie chaumbers: We wylbe glad and reioyce in thee, we thinke more of thy loue then of wine: they that be righteous loue thee.

    5I am blacke (O ye daughters of Hierusalem) but yet fayre and well fauoured, like as the tentes of the Cedarenes, and as the hanginges of Solomon.

  • Prov 7:17-18
    2 verses
    73%

    17My bed haue I made to smell of Myrre, Aloes, and Cinamon.

    18Come let vs take our fill of loue vntyll the morning, and let vs solace our selues with the pleasures of loue.

  • Song 4:12-13
    2 verses
    72%

    12A garden well locked is my sister, my spouse: a garden well locked, and a sealed well.

    13The fruites that are planted in thee, are lyke a very paradise of pomegranates with sweete fruites, as Camphire, Nardus,

  • Song 5:16
    72%

    16The wordes of his mouth are sweete: yea he is altogether louely: Such a one is my loue O ye daughters of Hierusalem, such a one is my loue.

  • Song 5:1-2
    2 verses
    72%

    1I am come into my garden, O my sister, my spouse, I haue gathered my Myrre with my spice: I haue eate hony with my hony combe, I haue drunke my wine with my milke: Eate O ye frendes, drinke and be merie O ye beloued.

    2I am a sleepe, but my heart is waking: I heare the voyce of my beloued when he knocketh, saying, Open to me O my sister, my loue, my doue, my dearling: for my head is full of deawe, and the lockes of my heere are full of the nyght doppes.

  • Song 6:10
    71%

    10What is she this that loketh foorth as the mornyng, faire as the moone, cleare as the sunne, and fearfull as an armie of men with their banners?