Song of Songs 7:6

Bishops' Bible (1568)

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

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  • Song 4:10 : 10 O 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 1:15-16 : 15 Oh howe fayre art thou my loue, Oh howe fayre art thou? thou hast doues eyes. 16 O howe fayre art thou my beloued, howe well fauoured art thou? Our bed is dect with flowres,
  • Ps 45:11 : 11 So shall the kyng haue pleasure in thy beautie: for he is thy Lorde, and worship thou hym.
  • 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.
  • Song 7:10 : 10 I am my beloueds, and he shall turne hym vnto me.
  • Isa 62:4-5 : 4 From this tyme foorth thou shalt neuer be called the forsaken, and thy lande shall no more be called the wildernesse: but thou shalt be called, My pleasure is in her, and thy lande shalbe called, The maried woman: for the Lorde loueth thee, and thy land shalbe ioyned in mariage. 5 And lyke as a young man taketh a virgin to mariage, so shal thy sonnes be maried vnto thee: and as a bridegrome is glad of his bride, so shall thy God reioyce ouer thee.
  • Zeph 3:17 : 17 For the Lorde thy God in the mids of thee is mightie, he will saue thee he wil reioyce ouer thee with ioy, he wil quiet him selfe in his loue, he will reioyce ouer thee with gladnesse.

Similar Verses (AI)

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  • Song 7:7-12
    6 verses
    84%

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

    8I sayde, I wyll climbe vp into the paulme tree, and take holde of his hye braunches. Thy breastes also shalbe as the wine clusters, the smell of thy nosethrilles like as the smell of apples.

    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.

    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:

  • Song 4:5-11
    7 verses
    83%

    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 1:13-16
    4 verses
    83%

    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.

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

  • Song 4:1
    82%

    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 7:3-5
    3 verses
    81%

    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.

  • Song 6:4-5
    2 verses
    81%

    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 5:9-10
    2 verses
    80%

    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 6:1-2
    2 verses
    80%

    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.

  • Song 2:10
    79%

    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 1:2-4
    3 verses
    79%

    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.

    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.

  • Song 5:16
    78%

    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 1:7-10
    4 verses
    78%

    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 7:1
    78%

    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.

  • Song 6:10
    77%

    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 2:13-14
    2 verses
    77%

    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 8:14
    76%

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

  • Song 4:15
    76%

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

  • Song 2:3
    76%

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

  • Prov 7:18
    75%

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

  • Song 4:3
    75%

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

  • Song 6:7
    75%

    7Thy cheekes are like a peece of a pomegranate within thy lockes of heere.

  • Song 5:13
    75%

    13His 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:

  • Song 3:6
    75%

    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 2:7-8
    2 verses
    75%

    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.