Song of Songs 6:4

Bishops' Bible (1568)

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

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  • Song 6:10 : 10 What 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?
  • Ps 48:2 : 2 The hyll of Sion is fayre in situation, and the ioy of the whole earth: vpon the north syde lyeth the citie of the great king.
  • 1 Kgs 14:17 : 17 And Ieroboams wyfe arose, and departed, and came to Thirzah: & when she came to the thressholde of the doore, the childe was dead.
  • Song 2:14 : 14 O 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 4:7 : 7 Thou art all fayre (O my loue) and no spot is there in thee.
  • Ps 50:2 : 2 Out of Sion: hath the Lorde appeared in perfect beautie.
  • Lam 2:15 : 15 All they that go by thee, clappe their handes at thee, hissing and wagging their heades vpon the daughter Hierusalem and say Is this the citie that men call so faire, wherein the whole lande reioyceth?
  • Rev 21:2 : 2 And I Iohn sawe the holy citie newe Hierusalem come downe from God out of heauen, prepared as a bride garnisshed for her husbande.
  • Num 24:5-9 : 5 Howe goodly are thy tentes O Iacob, and thyne habitations O Israel? 6 Euen as the valleys are they layde abrode, & as gardens by the riuers side, as the tentes whiche the Lorde hath pitched, and as cypres trees beside the waters. 7 The water droppeth out of his bucket, & his seede shalbe in many waters, and his king shalbe hier then Agag, and his kingdome shalbe exalted. 8 God brought hym out of Egypt, his strength is as the Unicorne: He shall eate the nations his enemies, & gnawe their bones, and pearce them through with his arrowes. 9 He couched hym selfe, and lay downe as a Lion, and as an elder Lion: who shall stirre hym vp? Blessed is he that blesseth thee, and cursed is he that curseth thee.
  • Ezek 16:13-14 : 13 Thus wast thou deckt with golde and siluer, and thy rayment was of fine linnen, and of silke, and of broidred worke: thou didst eate fine floure, honye and oyle, marueylous beautifull wast thou, and thou dydst luckyly prosper into a kingdome. 14 And thy name was spread among the heathen for thy beautie: for it was perfite through thy beautie whiche I put vpon thee, saith the Lorde God.
  • Zech 12:3 : 3 At the same time wyll I make Hierusalem an heauy stone for all people, so that al such as lyft it vp shalbe torne and rent, and all the people of the earth shal be gathered together against it.
  • 2 Cor 10:4 : 4 For the weapons of our warfare are not carnall, but myghtie through God, to cast downe strong holdes,
  • Eph 5:27 : 27 To make it vnto hym selfe a glorious Churche, not hauyng spot or wrinckle, or any such thyng: but that it should be holy, and without blame.
  • Rev 19:14-16 : 14 And the warryers which were in heauen folowed hym vppon whyte horses, clothed with whyte and pure raynes. 15 And out of his mouth went a sharpe sworde, that with it he shoulde smyte the heathen: and he shall rule the with a rodde of yron. And he trode the winefat of fiercenesse and wrath of almightie God. 16 And hath on his vesture and on his thygh a name written, King of kinges, and Lorde of lordes.
  • Ps 144:4-8 : 4 Man is lyke a thyng of naught: his dayes be lyke a shadowe that passeth away. 5 Bowe thy heauens O God and come downe: touche the mountaynes and they shall smoke. 6 Cast out terrible lightninges and feare them: shoote out thyne arrowes and consume them. 7 Sende downe thine hand from aboue: deliuer me and take me out of the great waters, from the hande of the children of an other deuotion then I am. 8 Whose mouth vttereth vanitie: and their ryght hande is a ryght hande of falshood.
  • Song 1:5 : 5 I 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.
  • Song 1:15 : 15 Oh howe fayre art thou my loue, Oh howe fayre art thou? thou hast doues eyes.
  • Song 5:2 : 2 I 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.
  • 1 Kgs 15:21 : 21 And when Baasa heard thereof, he left building of Rama, and dwelt in Thirza.
  • 1 Kgs 15:33 : 33 So in the third yere of Asa king of Iuda, began Baasa the sonne of Ahia to raigne ouer all Israel in Thirza, twentie and foure yeres.

Similar Verses (AI)

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  • Song 6:10
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    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?

  • Song 7:4-7
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    81%

    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 4:1
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    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 1:14-16
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    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.

    16O howe fayre art thou my beloued, howe well fauoured art thou? Our bed is dect with flowres,

  • Song 4:3-11
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    80%

    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.

    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.

    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.

  • Song 6:5
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    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 1:7-10
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    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.

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

  • Song 6:1-3
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    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.

  • Song 2:7-10
    4 verses
    77%

    7His left hande lyeth vnder my head, and his right hande shall imbrace me.

    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 5:8-10
    3 verses
    76%

    8I charge you therfore O ye daughters of Hierusalem, yf ye fynde my beloued, that ye tell hym howe that I am sicke for loue.

    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.

  • Jer 6:2
    76%

    2I wyll liken the daughter Sion to a faire and tender woman, and to her shall come the shepheardes with their flockes.

  • Song 1:4-5
    2 verses
    76%

    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.

  • Song 7:10
    75%

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

  • Song 8:14
    75%

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

  • Song 6:13
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    13Turne agayne turne agayne O thou perfect one, turne agayne turne agayne and we wyll loke vpon thee: What will ye see in the Sulamite? She is lyke men of warre singing in a companie.

  • Song 5:16
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    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 8:4
    75%

    4I charge you O ye daughters of Hierusalem that ye wake not vp my loue, nor touche her, tyll she be content her selfe.

  • Song 3:5-6
    2 verses
    74%

    5I charge you O ye daughters of Hierusalem by the roes and hyndes of the fielde, that ye wake not vp my loue, nor touch her, till she be content her self.

    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 2:4
    73%

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

  • Song 4:15
    73%

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

  • Song 2:16-17
    2 verses
    73%

    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 8:6
    73%

    6O set me as a seale vpon thine heart, and as a seale vpon thine arme: for loue is myghtie as the death, and gelousie as the hell.

  • Song 2:14
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    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 7:1
    72%

    1O howe pleasaunt are thy treadynges with thy shoes, thou princes daughter? the ioyntes of thy thighes are like a faire iewell, which is wrought by a cunnyng workemaister.