Song of Songs 1:12

Coverdale Bible (1535)

When the kynge sytteth at the table, he shal smell my Nardus:

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  • John 12:3 : 3 Then toke Mary a pounde of oyntment of pure and costly Nardus, and anoynted Iesus fete, & dryed his fete with hir heer. The house was full of the sauoure of the oyntment.
  • Phil 4:18 : 18 For I haue all, and haue plentye. I was euen fylled wha I receaued of Epaphroditus, that which came from you, an odoure of swetenes, a sacrifice accepted & pleasaunt vnto God.
  • Rev 3:20 : 20 Beholde, I stonde at the doore & knocke. Yf eny man heare my voyce and vpen the dore, I wil come in vnto him and will suppe with him, & he with me.
  • Rev 8:3-4 : 3 And another angell cam and stode before the aultre, hauynge a golden senser, and moch of odoures was geuen vnto him, that he shulde offre of the prayers of all sayntes vpon the golden aultre, which was before the seate. 4 And the smoke of the odoures which came of the prayers of all sayntes, ascended vppe before God out of the angelles honde.
  • Ps 45:1 : 1 My hert is dytinge of a good matter, I speake of that, which I haue made of the kynge:
  • Song 4:13-16 : 13 The frutes that sproute in the, are like a very paradyse of pogranates wt swete frutes: 14 as Cypresse, Nardus, Saffron, Calmus, and all the trees of Libanus: Myrre, Aloes, and all the best spyces. 15 Thou art a well of gardens, a well of lyuynge waters, which renne downe from Libanus. 16 Vp thou northwynde, come thou southwynde, and blowe vpo my garde, that the smell therof maye be caried on euery syde: Yee that my beloued maye come in to my garden, & eate of the frutes and apples that growe therin.
  • Song 7:5 : 5 That heade that stondeth vpon the is like Carmel: The hayre of thy heade is like the kynges purple folden vp in plates.
  • Matt 22:4 : 4 Agayne, he sent forth other seruauntes, and sayde: Tell the gestes: Beholde, I haue prepared my dynner, myne oxen and my fed catell are kylled, and all thinges are readye, come to the mariage.
  • Matt 22:11 : 11 Then the kynge wete in, to se the gestes, and spyed there a man that had not on a weddynge garment,
  • Matt 25:34 : 34 Then shal the kynge saye vnto them that shalbe on his right honde: Come hither ye blessed of my father, inheret ye ye kingdome, which is prepared for you from the begynnynge of the worlde.
  • Matt 26:26-28 : 26 And as they ate, Iesus toke the bred, gaue thankes, brake it, and gaue it to the disciples, and sayde: Take, eate, this is my body. 27 And he toke the cuppe, and thanked, and gaue it the, and sayde: Drynke ye all therof, 28 this is my bloude of the new testament, that shalbe shed for many for the remission of synnes.
  • Mark 14:3 : 3 And when he was at Bethanye in the house of Symon the leper, and sat at the table, there came a woman, which had a boxe of pure and costly Nardus oyntment. And she brake ye boxe, & poured it vpo his heade.
  • Luke 24:30-32 : 30 And it came to passe whan he sat at the table with the, he toke the bred, gaue thankes, brake it, and gaue it them. 31 Then were their eyes opened, and they knewe him. And he vanyshed out of their sight. 32 And they sayde, betwene the selues: Dyd not oure hert burne with in vs, whan he talked with vs by the waye, whyle he opened the scriptures vnto vs?

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