Song of Songs 2:5

Coverdale Bible (1535)

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

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Referenced Verses

  • Song 5:8 : 8 I charge you therfore (o ye doughters of Ierusalem) yf ye fynde my beloued, that ye tell him, how that I am sick for loue.
  • Hos 3:1 : 1 Then sayde ye LORDE to me: Go yet yi waye & wowe an aduouterous woma, who thy neghboure loueth, as ye LORDE doth the childre of Israel: how be it they haue respecte to straunge goddes, and loue the wyne kannes.
  • 2 Sam 6:19 : 19 and dealte out vnto all the people, and to the multitude of Israel, both to man & woma, vnto euery one a cake of bred, and a pece of flesh, and a meece of potage. Then wente all the people their waye, euery one vnto his house.
  • 2 Sam 13:1-2 : 1 And it fortuned after this, that Absalom ye sonne of Dauid had a fayre sister, whose name was Thamar, & Ammon the sonne of Dauid loued her. 2 And Ammon was in greate combraunce, in so moch that he was euen sicke, because of Thamar his sister. For she was a virgin, and Ammon thoughte it shulde beharde for him to do eny thinge vnto her.
  • 1 Chr 16:3 : 3 & distributed vnto euery man in Israel (both vnto man and woman) a cake of bred, and a pece of flesh and a meece of potage.
  • Ps 4:6-7 : 6 There be many yt saye: who wil do vs eny good? where as thou (o LORDE) hast shewed vs the light of yi countenauce. 7 Thou reioysest myne herte, though their encreace be greate both in corne & wyne.
  • Ps 42:1-2 : 1 Like as the hert desyreth the water brokes, so longeth my soule after the, o God. My soule is a thurste for God, yee eue for the lyuynge God: wha shal I come, & beholde the face of God? 2 My teares are my meate daye and night, whyle it is daylie sayde vnto me: where is now thy God?
  • Ps 63:1-3 : 1 O God, thou art my God: early wil I seke the. 2 My soule thursteth for the, my flesh longeth after the in a bare & drie lode, where no water is. 3 Thus do I loke for the in thy Sactuary, that I might beholde yi power & glory.
  • Ps 63:8 : 8 For thou hast bene my helper, & vnder the shadowe of yi wynges wil I reioyse.
  • Ps 119:130-131 : 130 When thy worde goeth forth, it geueth light and vnderstodinge, eue vnto babes. 131 I ope my mouth & drawe in my breth, for I desyre thy commaundemetes.
  • Luke 24:32 : 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?
  • Phil 1:23 : 23 I shal chose, for both these thinges lye harde vpon me. I desyre to be lowsed, & to be with Christ, which thinge were moch better (for me)
  • Song 7:8 : 8 I wil clymme vp into the date tre, and take holde of his braunches. Thy brestes also shalbe as the vyne grapes, the smell of thy nostrels like the smell of apples,
  • Isa 26:8-9 : 8 Therfore (LORDE) we haue a respecte vnto the waye of thy iudgmentes, thy name and thy remebraunce reioyse the soule. 9 My soule lusteth after the all the night loge, & my mynde haisteth frely to the. For as soone as thy iudgment is knowne to the worlde, the the inhabitours of the earth lerne rightuousnesse.

Similar Verses (AI)

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  • Song 2:3-4
    2 verses
    85%

    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.

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

  • Song 2:6-7
    2 verses
    80%

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

    7I 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 8:2-5
    4 verses
    76%

    2yf 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.

    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.

    5What is she this, that cometh vp from the wildernes, and leaneth vpon hir loue? I am the same that waked the vp amonge the aple trees, where thy mother beare ye, where yi mother brought the in to the worlde.

  • Song 5:1-2
    2 verses
    75%

    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 1:2
    75%

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

  • Song 1:13-14
    2 verses
    75%

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

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

  • Song 5:6-8
    3 verses
    75%

    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.

    7So the watchmen that wente aboute the cite, foude me, smote me, and wounded me: Yee they that kepte the walles, toke awaye my garmet fro me.

    8I charge you therfore (o ye doughters of Ierusalem) yf ye fynde my beloued, that ye tell him, how that I am sick for loue.

  • Song 1:4
    74%

    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 2:9-10
    2 verses
    74%

    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 7:6-13
    8 verses
    74%

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

    7Thy stature is like a date tre, and thy brestes like the grapes. I sayde:

    8I wil clymme vp into the date tre, and take holde of his braunches. Thy brestes also shalbe as the vyne grapes, the smell of thy nostrels like the smell of apples,

    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.

  • Prov 7:17-18
    2 verses
    73%

    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 2:13
    73%

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

  • Song 1:7
    73%

    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 4:15-16
    2 verses
    72%

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

    16Vp 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 3:3-5
    3 verses
    72%

    3The watchmen that go aboute ye cite, founde me. Sawe ye not him, whom my soule loueth?

    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.

  • Song 4:6
    72%

    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.

  • Song 2:16-17
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    72%

    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.

  • Prov 5:19
    71%

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

  • Song 4:9-10
    2 verses
    70%

    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.

  • Song 5:16
    70%

    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 6:1-3
    3 verses
    70%

    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 8:14
    70%

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

  • Song 2:1
    70%

    1I am the floure of the felde, and lylie of the valleys:

  • Song 6:5
    70%

    5(Turne awaye thine eyes fro me, for they make me to proude) Thy hayrie lockes are like a flocke of goates vpon ye mount of Galaad.

  • Isa 5:1
    69%

    1Now 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.