Song of Songs 1:2

Coverdale Bible (1535)

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

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  • Ps 63:3-5 : 3 Thus do I loke for the in thy Sactuary, that I might beholde yi power & glory. 4 For thy louynge kyndnesse is better then life, my lyppes shal prayse the. 5 As loge as I liue wil I magnifie the, & lift vp my hondes in thy name.
  • Song 1:4 : 4 yee 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 4:10 : 10 O 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.
  • Isa 55:1-2 : 1 Come to the waters all ye, yt be thurstie, & ye that haue no moneye. Come, bye, that ye maye haue to eate. Come, bye wyne & mylck, without eny money, or moneye worth, 2 Wherfore do ye laye out yor moneye, for the thinge yt fedeth not, and spende youre laboure aboute the thinge that satisfieth you not? But herke rather vnto me, ad ye shal eate of the best, & youre soule shal haue hir pleasure in pleteousnes.
  • Matt 26:26 : 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.
  • Luke 15:20 : 20 And he gat him vp, & came vnto his father. But whan he was yet a greate waye of, his father sawe him, and had copassion, and ranne, and fell aboute his neck, and kyssed him.
  • Acts 21:7 : 7 As for vs we ended the course from Tyre, and came to Ptolomaida, and saluted the brethren, and abode with them one daye.
  • Ps 2:12 : 12 Kysse the sonne, lest the LORDE be angrie, and so ye perish from the right waye. For his wrath shalbe kindled shortly: blessed are all they that put their trust in him.
  • Song 7:9 : 9 and thy throte like the best wyne. This shalbe pure & cleare for my loue, his lippes and teth shal haue their pleasure.
  • Song 7:12 : 12 In 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:
  • Song 8:1-2 : 1 O that I might fynde the without & kysse ye, whom I loue as my brother which suckte my mothers brestes: & that thou woldest not be offended, 2 yf I toke the and brought the in to my mothers house: that thou mightest teach me, and that I might geue the drynke of spyced wyne and of the swete sappe of my pomgranates.
  • Isa 25:6 : 6 Morouer the LORDE of hoostes shal once prepare a feast for all people vpo the hill: A plenteous, costly, pleasaunt feast, of fat and welfed beastes, of swete and most pure thinges.
  • Ps 36:7 : 7 Thou LORDE preseruest both me & beestes. How precious is thy mercy (O God) that the children of men maye put their trust vnder ye shadowe of thy wynges?
  • Song 2:4 : 4 He bryngeth me in to his wyne seller, and loueth me specially well.
  • Song 5:16 : 16 His throte is swete, yee he is alltogether louely. Soch one is my loue (o ye doughters of Ierusalem) soch one is my loue.
  • Song 7:6 : 6 O how fayre and louely art thou (my derlynge) in pleasures?

Similar Verses (AI)

These verses are found using AI-powered semantic similarity based on meaning and context. Results may occasionally include unexpected connections.

  • Song 1:3-4
    2 verses
    85%

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

    4 yee 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 4:9-12
    4 verses
    85%

    9 Thou 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.

    10 O 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.

    11 Thy 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.

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

  • Song 7:9-10
    2 verses
    82%

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

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

  • Song 1:1
    82%

    1 Salomons Balettes, called Cantica Canticorum.

  • Song 5:16
    79%

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

  • Song 5:1-2
    2 verses
    79%

    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.

    2 As 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 7:6
    78%

    6 O how fayre and louely art thou (my derlynge) in pleasures?

  • Song 1:12-15
    4 verses
    77%

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

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

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

    15 O how fayre art thou (my loue) how fayre art thou? thou hast doues eyes.

  • Song 2:10
    77%

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

  • Song 7:12
    76%

    12 In 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:

  • Prov 7:18
    75%

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

  • Song 2:3-6
    4 verses
    75%

    3 Like 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.

    4 He bryngeth me in to his wyne seller, and loueth me specially well.

    5 Refresh me wt grapes, coforte me with apples, for I am sick of loue.

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

  • Song 5:13
    75%

    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 8:1-3
    3 verses
    75%

    1 O that I might fynde the without & kysse ye, whom I loue as my brother which suckte my mothers brestes: & that thou woldest not be offended,

    2 yf I toke the and brought the in to my mothers house: that thou mightest teach me, and that I might geue the drynke of spyced wyne and of the swete sappe of my pomgranates.

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

  • Song 5:9-10
    2 verses
    75%

    9 Who 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?

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

  • Song 1:9-10
    2 verses
    75%

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

    10 Then shal thy chekes & thy neck be made fayre, & hanged wt spages & goodly iewels:

  • Song 4:6-7
    2 verses
    74%

    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.

    7 Thou art all fayre (o my loue) & no spott is there in the.

  • Song 6:1
    74%

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

  • Prov 5:19
    74%

    19 Louynge is the hynde, and frendly is the Roo: let her brestes alwaye satisfie the, and holde the euer content with hir loue.

  • Song 3:6
    74%

    6 Who 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 1:7
    74%

    7 Tell 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 4:15-16
    2 verses
    74%

    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 2:13-14
    2 verses
    73%

    13 The fyge tre bryngeth forth hir fyges, the vynes beare blossoms, and haue a good smell. O stode vp my loue, my beutyfull, and come

    14 (my doue) out of the caues of the rockes, out of the holes of the wall: O let me se thy countenaunce and heare thy voyce, for swete is thy voyce and fayre is thy face.

  • Song 2:16
    73%

    16 My loue is myne, and I am his, (which fedeth amoge the lylies)

  • Song 3:4
    73%

    4 So 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.

  • Prov 7:13
    72%

    13 she caught ye yoge ma, kyssed him & was not ashamed, sayege:

  • Song 8:14
    72%

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

  • Isa 5:1
    72%

    1 Now well than, I will synge my beloued frende a songe of his vynyearde. My beloued frende hath a vyneyearde in a very frutefull plenteous grounde.

  • Ps 45:2
    72%

    2 My tonge is ye penne of a ready wryter.

  • Prov 5:3
    72%

    3 For the lippes of an harlot are a droppinge hony combe, and hir throte is softer then oyle.

  • Song 6:4
    72%

    4 Thou art pleasaunt (o my loue) euen as louelynesse itself, thou art fayre as Ierusalem, glorious as an armye of men with their baners