Song of Songs 1:13

Coverdale Bible (1535)

for a bodell of Myrre (o my beloued) lyeth betwixte my brestes.

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Referenced Verses

  • Ps 45:8 : 8 Thou hast loued rightuousnesse, & hated iniquite: wherfore God (which is thy God) hath anoynted the with the oyle of gladnes aboue thy felowes.
  • John 19:39 : 39 There came also Nicodemus, (which afore came vnto Iesus by night) & brought of Myrre & Aloes mingled together, aboute an hudreth poude weight.
  • Eph 3:17 : 17 that Christ maye dwell in youre hertes by faith, that ye beynge roted and grounded in loue,
  • Gen 43:11 : 11 Then sayde Israel their father vnto the: Yf it must nedes be so, then do this: take of the best frutes of the lande in youre sackes, and brynge the man a present: a curtesy balme, and hony, and spyces, and myrre, and dates, and almondes.
  • Song 2:7 : 7 I charge you (o ye doughters of Ierusalem (by the Roes & hyndes of the felde, yt ye wake not vp my loue ner touch her, till she be content herself.
  • Song 3:5 : 5 I charge you (o ye doughters of Ierusale) by the Roes and hyndes of the felde, that ye wake not vp my loue ner touch her, till she be content herself.
  • Song 4:6 : 6 O that I might go to the mountayne of Myrre, and to the hyll of frankynsense: till the daye breake, and till the shadowes be past awaye.
  • Song 4:14 : 14 as Cypresse, Nardus, Saffron, Calmus, and all the trees of Libanus: Myrre, Aloes, and all the best spyces.
  • Song 5:1 : 1 Come in to my garden o my sister, my spouse: I haue gathered my Myrre wt my spyce. I wil eate my hony and my hony cobe, I wil drynke my wyne & my mylk Eate o (ye frendes) drynke and be mery, o ye beloued.
  • Song 5:5 : 5 so that I stode vp to open vnto my beloued. My hades dropped wt Myrre, & the Myrre ranne downe my fyngers vpon ye lock.
  • Song 5:13 : 13 His chekes are like a garden bedd, where in the Apotecaryes plate all maner of swete thinges: His lippes droppe as the floures of the most pryncipall Myrre,
  • Song 8:3-4 : 3 His left hande lyeth vnder my heade, & his right hande embraceth me. 4 I charge you (o ye daughters of Ierusale) that ye wake not vp my loue ner touch her, tyll she be content herself.

Similar Verses (AI)

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  • Song 1:14
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    14A cluster of grapes of Cypers, or of the vynyardes of Engaddi, art thou vnto me, O my beloued.

  • Song 1:12
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    12When the kynge sytteth at the table, he shal smell my Nardus:

  • Song 4:5-6
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    5Thy two brestes are like two twyns of yonge roes, which fede amoge the lilies.

    6O that I might go to the mountayne of Myrre, and to the hyll of frankynsense: till the daye breake, and till the shadowes be past awaye.

  • Prov 7:17-18
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    17My bed haue I made to smell of Myrre, Aloes and Cynamom.

    18Come, let vs lye together, & take oure pleasure till it be daye light.

  • Song 7:9-13
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    9and thy throte like the best wyne. This shalbe pure & cleare for my loue, his lippes and teth shal haue their pleasure.

    10There wil I turne me vnto my loue, and he shal turne him vnto me.

    11O come on my loue, let vs go forth in to the felde, and take oure lodginge in the vyllages.

    12In the mornynge wil we ryse by tymes, and go se the vynyarde: yf it be spronge forth, yf the grapes be growne, & yf the pomgranates be shott out. There wil I geue the my brestes:

    13There shal the Mandragoras geue their smell besyde oure dores: There (o my loue) haue I kepte vnto the all maner of frutes, both new and olde.

  • Song 2:16-17
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    16My loue is myne, and I am his, (which fedeth amoge the lylies)

    17vntill the daye breake, and till the shadowes be gone. Come agayne preuely (o my beloued) like as a Roo or a yonge harte vnto the mountaynes.

  • Song 3:4-6
    3 verses
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    4So whan I was a litle past them, I foude him whom my soule loueth. I haue gotten holde vpon him, and wyl not let him go, vntill I brynge him into my mothers house, and in to hir chambre that bare me.

    5I charge you (o ye doughters of Ierusale) by the Roes and hyndes of the felde, that ye wake not vp my loue ner touch her, till she be content herself.

    6Who is this, that commeth out of ye wyldernesse like pilers of smoke, as it were a smell of Myrre, frankencense and all maner spyces of the Apotecary?

  • Song 5:13
    78%

    13His chekes are like a garden bedd, where in the Apotecaryes plate all maner of swete thinges: His lippes droppe as the floures of the most pryncipall Myrre,

  • Song 6:1-3
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    1Whither is thy loue gone the (o thou fayrest amonge weme) whither is thy loue departed, that we maye seke him with the?

    2My loue is gone downe in to his garden, vnto ye swete smellinge beddes, that he maye refresh himself in the garden, and gather floures.

    3My loue is myne, and I am his, which fedeth amonge the lilies.

  • Song 2:6
    78%

    6His left hade lyeth vnder my heade, & his right hande enbraceth me.

  • Song 5:1-2
    2 verses
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    1Come in to my garden o my sister, my spouse: I haue gathered my Myrre wt my spyce. I wil eate my hony and my hony cobe, I wil drynke my wyne & my mylk Eate o (ye frendes) drynke and be mery, o ye beloued.

    2As I was a slepe, & my hert wakynge, I herde the voyce of my beloued, wha he knocked. Open to me (sayde he) o my sister, my loue, my doue, my derlinge: for my heade is full of dew, and ye lockes of my hayre are full of the night droppes.

  • Song 8:3-4
    2 verses
    77%

    3His left hande lyeth vnder my heade, & his right hande embraceth me.

    4I charge you (o ye daughters of Ierusale) that ye wake not vp my loue ner touch her, tyll she be content herself.

  • Song 4:9-13
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    77%

    9Thou hast wouded my hert (o my sister, my spouse) thou hast wounded my hert, with one of thine eyes, and with one cheyne of thy neck.

    10O how fayre and louely are thy brestes, my sister, my spouse? Thy brestes are more pleasaunt then wyne, and the smell of thy oyntmentes passeth all spices.

    11Thy lippes (o my spouse) droppe as the hony combe, yee mylck and hony is vnder thy tonge, and the smell of thy garmentes is like the smell of frankynsense.

    12Thou art a well kepte garden (o my sister, my spouse) thou art a well kepte water sprynge, a sealed well.

    13The frutes that sproute in the, are like a very paradyse of pogranates wt swete frutes:

  • Song 5:16
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    16His throte is swete, yee he is alltogether louely. Soch one is my loue (o ye doughters of Ierusalem) soch one is my loue.

  • Song 2:8-10
    3 verses
    77%

    8Me thynke I heare the voyce of my beloued: lo, there commeth he hoppinge vpon ye mountaynes, and leapinge ouer the litle hilles.

    9My beloued is like a Roo or a yonge hart. Beholde, he stondeth behynde or wall, he loketh in at the wyndowe, & pepeth thorow the grate.

    10My beloued answered & sayde vnto me: O stode vp my loue, my doue, my beutyfull, & come:

  • Song 2:2-3
    2 verses
    76%

    2as the rose amonge the thornes, so is my loue amonge the daughters.

    3Like as the aple tre amonge the trees of the wodd, so is my beloued amonge the sonnes. My delite is to sitt vnder his shadowe, for his frute is swete vnto my throte.

  • Song 1:2-4
    3 verses
    76%

    2O that thy mouth wolde geue me a kysse, for yi brestes are more pleasaunt then wyne,

    3& that because of the good and pleasaunt sauoure. Thy name is a swete smellynge oyntment, therfore do the maydens loue the:

    4yee that same moueth me also to renne after the. The kynge hath brought me into his preuy chambre. We wil be glad & reioyce in the, we thynke more of thy brestes then of wyne: well is them that loue the.

  • Song 5:5-6
    2 verses
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    5so that I stode vp to open vnto my beloued. My hades dropped wt Myrre, & the Myrre ranne downe my fyngers vpon ye lock.

    6Neuerthelesse wha I had opened vnto my beloued, he was departed, and gone his waye. Now like as afore tyme whan he spake, my hert coude no longer refrayne: Euen so now I sought hi, but I coude not fynde him: I cried vpon him, neuerthelesse he gaue me no answere.

  • Song 5:9-10
    2 verses
    75%

    9Who is thy loue aboue other louers, O thou fayrest amonge wemen? Or, what can thy loue do, more then other louers, that thou chargest vs so straitly?

    10As for my loue, he is whyte and reade coloured, a synguler personne amonge many thousandes:

  • Song 1:7
    75%

    7Tell me (o thou whom my soule loueth) where thou fedest, where thou restest at the noone daye: lest I go wronge, and come vnto the flockes of thy companyons,

  • Song 7:6
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    6O how fayre and louely art thou (my derlynge) in pleasures?

  • Song 4:15
    74%

    15Thou art a well of gardens, a well of lyuynge waters, which renne downe from Libanus.

  • Song 8:14
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    14O get the awaye (my loue) as a roo or a yonge hert vnto the swete smellinge moutaynes.

  • Song 1:16
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    16O how fayre art thou (my beloued) how well fauored art thou? Oure bed is decte with floures,

  • Song 1:9
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    9There wil I tary for the (my loue) wt myne hoost & with my charettes, which shalbe no fewer then Pharaos.

  • Song 3:1
    73%

    1By night in my bedd, I sought him, whom my soule loueth: yee diligently sought I him, but I founde him not.