Song of Songs 5:13

Bishops' Bible (1568)

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:

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  • Song 1:10 : 10 Thy cheekes and thy necke is beautifull as the turtles, and hanged with spanges and goodly iewels,
  • Song 2:1 : 1 I am the rose of the fielde, and lillie of the valleys,
  • Song 6:2 : 2 My loue is gone downe into his garden vnto the sweete smellyng beddes, that he may refreshe hym selfe in the garden, & gather lilies.
  • Isa 50:4 : 4 The Lorde God hath geuen me a well learned tongue, so that I can comfort them that are troubled, yea & that in due season: he wakeneth mine eare vp betymes in the mornyng, betymes in the mornyng I say he wyll waken mine eare, that I might hearke as to the schoolemaisters.
  • Isa 50:6 : 6 But I offred my backe vnto the smiters, and my cheekes to the nippers: I turned not my face from shame and spittinges.
  • Luke 4:22 : 22 And all bare him witnesse, & wondred at ye gratious wordes whiche proceaded out of his mouth. And they sayde, is not this Iosephes sonne?
  • Rev 21:23 : 23 And the citie hath no neede of the sunne, neither of the moone to lighten it: For the glorie of God dyd lighten it, and the Lambe is the lyght of it.
  • Song 3:6 : 6 Who is this that commeth vp out of the wyldernesse like vapours of smoke, as it were a smell of myrre, frankensence, and all maner spices of the Apothecarie?
  • Song 4:11 : 11 Thy lippes, O my spouse, drop as the hony combe, yea mylke and hony is vnder thy tongue, and the smell of thy garmentes is like the smell of Libanus.
  • Song 5:5 : 5 I stoode vp to open vnto my beloued, and my handes dropped with Myrre, & the Myrre ranne downe my fingers vpon the locke.
  • Ps 4:6-7 : 6 There be many that say, who wyll shewe vs any good? O God lift thou vp the light of thy countenaunce vpon vs. 7 Thou hast put gladnesse in my heart: since the time that their corne and wine increased.
  • Ps 27:4 : 4 I haue desired one thyng of God, whiche once agayne I wyll earnestly require: euen that I may dwell in the house of God all the dayes of my life, to beholde the beautifulnes of God, and to seeke it in his temple.
  • 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 89:15 : 15 Blessed is the people that knoweth a triumphant noyse: O God, they shall walke in the light of thy countenaunce.

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  • Song 5:14-16
    3 verses
    82%

    14His handes are lyke golde rynges, hauyng inclosed the precious stone of Tharsis. His body is as the pure iuorie, dect ouer with Saphires:

    15His 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.

    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 4:9-15
    7 verses
    81%

    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.

    11Thy lippes, O my spouse, drop as the hony combe, yea mylke and hony is vnder thy tongue, and the smell of thy garmentes is like the smell of Libanus.

    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,

    14& Saffron, Calamus, Sinamom, with all sweete smellyng trees, Myrre, Aloes, and all the best spyces,

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

  • Song 5:10-12
    3 verses
    81%

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

    11His head is as the most fine golde, the lockes of his heere are busshed, & blacke as a crowe.

    12His 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.

  • Song 4:1-7
    7 verses
    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.

    2Thy teeth are like a flocke of sheepe of the same bignesse whiche went vp from the washing place, where euery one beareth two twinnes, and not one vnfruitfull among them.

    3Thy lippes are lyke a rose coloured ribande, thy wordes are louely, thy cheekes are like a peece of a pomegranate within thyne heeres.

    4Thy necke is like the towre of Dauid buylded with costly stones, lying out on the sides wherevpon there hange a thousande shieldes: yea all the weapons of the giauntes.

    5Thy two breastes are lyke two twinnes of young Roes, whiche feede among roses.

    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.

  • Song 1:9-10
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    78%

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

    10Thy cheekes and thy necke is beautifull as the turtles, and hanged with spanges and goodly iewels,

  • Song 1:12-15
    4 verses
    78%

    12When the king sitteth at the table, he shall smell my Nardus:

    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 7:9-10
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    9And thy rooffe of thy mouth lyke the best wine, which is meete for my best beloued, pleasaunt for his lippes, and for his teeth to chawe.

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

  • Song 7:2-7
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    76%

    2Thy nauell is lyke a rounde goblet, which is neuer without drynke. Thy wombe is like a heape of wheate that is set about with lilies.

    3Thy two breastes are lyke two twinnes of young roes.

    4Thy necke is as it were a towre of iuorie: thine eyes also are lyke the water pooles that are in Hesebon, beside the port of Bathrabbim, thy nose is lyke the towre of Libanus, which loketh towarde Damascus.

    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 3:6
    76%

    6Who is this that commeth vp out of the wyldernesse like vapours of smoke, as it were a smell of myrre, frankensence, and all maner spices of the Apothecarie?

  • Song 1:2-3
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    75%

    2O that he would kisse me with the kisses of his mouth: for thy loue is more pleasaunt then wine,

    3and that because of the good and pleasaunt sauour of thy most precious baulmes. Thy name is a sweet smelling oyntment when it is shed foorth, therfore do the maydens loue thee.

  • Prov 7:17
    74%

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

  • Song 6:2
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    2My loue is gone downe into his garden vnto the sweete smellyng beddes, that he may refreshe hym selfe in the garden, & gather lilies.

  • Song 6:7
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    7Thy cheekes are like a peece of a pomegranate within thy lockes of heere.

  • Song 6:4-5
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    73%

    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 5:5
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    5I stoode vp to open vnto my beloued, and my handes dropped with Myrre, & the Myrre ranne downe my fingers vpon the locke.

  • Song 5:1
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    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.

  • Song 8:14
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    14O get thee away my loue, and be as a roe or a young hart vpon the sweete smellyng mountaynes.

  • Ps 45:2
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    2Thou art fayrer then the children of men, full of grace are thy lippes: because the Lorde hath blessed thee for euer.

  • Ps 45:8
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    8All thy garmentes smell of Myrre, Aloes, and Cassia, out of the iuorie palaces: wherby they haue made thee glad.

  • Prov 5:3
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    3For the lippes of a straunge woman are a dropping hony combe, and her throte is more glistering then oyle:

  • Ps 133:2
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    2It is lyke vnto a pretious oyntment powred vpon the head, which runneth downe vpon the beard, euen vpon Aarons beard: which also runneth downe vpon the skyrtes of his garmentes.

  • Song 2:10
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    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.