Song of Songs 4:1

Coverdale Bible (1535)

O how fayre art thou (my loue) how fayre art thou? thou hast doues eyes besyde that which lyeth hid within.

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  • Song 1:15 : 15 O how fayre art thou (my loue) how fayre art thou? thou hast doues eyes.
  • Song 6:5 : 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.
  • Song 6:7 : 7 Thy chekes are like a pece of a pomgranate, besydes yt which lyeth hid within.
  • 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.
  • Mic 7:14 : 14 Therfore fede thy people with thy rodde, the flocke of thine heretage which dwell desolate in the wodde: that they maye be fedde vpon the mount of Charmel, Basan & Galaad as afore tyme.
  • Matt 11:29 : 29 Take my yock vpon you, and lerne of me, for I am meke and lowlye of hert, & ye shal fynde rest vnto youre soules:
  • 2 Cor 3:18 : 18 But now the glory of ye LORDE apeareth in vs all with open face, and we are chaunged into the same ymage, from one clearnes to another, eue as of the sprete of the LORDE.
  • Phil 2:3-5 : 3 that there be nothinge done thorow stryfe and vayne glory, but that thorow mekenesse of mynde euery man esteme another better then himselfe: 4 and let euery ma loke not for his awne profet, but for the profet of other. 5 Let the same mynde be in you, that was in Christ Iesu:
  • Num 32:1 : 1 The children of Ruben and the children of Gad had an exceadinge greate multitude of catell, and sawe the londe of Iaeser and Gilead yt it was a mete place for catell,
  • Num 32:40 : 40 Then Moses gaue Gilead vnto Machir ye sonne of Manasse, & he dwelt therin.
  • Ps 45:11 : 11 Herken (o doughter) considre, & enclyne thine eare: forget thine owne people, & thy fathers house.
  • Ezek 16:14 : 14 In so moch, that thy beuty was spoken of amonge the Heithen, for thou wast excellet in my beuty, which I put vpo the, saieth the LORDE God.
  • Song 2:10 : 10 My beloued answered & sayde vnto me: O stode vp my loue, my doue, my beutyfull, & come:
  • Song 2:14 : 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 4:9-9 : 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.
  • Song 5:11-12 : 11 his heade is the most fyne golde, the lockes of his hayre are bu?shed, browne as the euenynge: 12 His eyes are as the eyes of doues by the water brokes, washen with mylck, and remaynynge in a plenteous place:

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  • Song 1:14-16
    3 verses
    91%

    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.

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

  • Song 6:4-7
    4 verses
    87%

    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

    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.

    6 Thy teth are like a flock of shepe yt be clypped, which go out of the washinge place: where euery one beareth two twyns, & not one vnfrutefull amoge them.

    7 Thy chekes are like a pece of a pomgranate, besydes yt which lyeth hid within.

  • Song 4:2-12
    11 verses
    84%

    2 Thy hayrie lockes are like a flocke of shepe that be clypped, which go first vp from the washinge place: where euery one beareth two twyns, and not one vnfrutefull amoge them.

    3 Thy lippes are like a rose coloured rybende, thy wordes are louely: thy chekes are like a pece of a pomgranate, besydes that which lyed hyd within.

    4 Thy neck is like the tower of Dauid buylded with bulworkes, wher vpon there hage a thousande sheldes, yee all the weapes of the giautes.

    5 Thy two brestes are like two twyns of yonge roes, which fede amoge the lilies.

    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.

    8 Come to me from Libanus (o my spouse) come to me from Libanus: come soone the next waye from the toppe of Amana, from the toppe of Sanir and Hermon, from the Lyons dennes and from the mountaynes of ye leopardes.

    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 7:3-7
    5 verses
    82%

    3 Thy two brestes are like two twyns of yonge roes:

    4 Thy neck is as it were a tower of yuery: Thyne eyes are like ye water poles in Hesebon, besyde the porte of Bathrabbim: Thy nose is like the tower of Libanus, which loketh towarde Damascus:

    5 That heade that stondeth vpon the is like Carmel: The hayre of thy heade is like the kynges purple folden vp in plates.

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

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

  • Song 2:14
    80%

    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 1:7-10
    4 verses
    80%

    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,

    8 Yf thou knowe not yi self (o thou fayrest amoge women) tha go yi waye forth after ye fotesteppes of the shepe, as though thou woldest fede yi goates besyde ye shepherdes tentes.

    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 5:9-13
    5 verses
    79%

    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:

    11 his heade is the most fyne golde, the lockes of his hayre are bu?shed, browne as the euenynge:

    12 His eyes are as the eyes of doues by the water brokes, washen with mylck, and remaynynge in a plenteous place:

    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 2:7-10
    4 verses
    76%

    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.

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

    9 My 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.

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

  • Song 6:9-10
    2 verses
    76%

    9 But one is my doue, my derlynge. She is the onely beloued of hir mother, & deare vnto her that bare her. Wha the daughters sawe her, they sayde she was blessed: Yee the quenes and concubines praysed her.

    10 What is she this, that pepeth out as the mornynge? fayre as the Moone, excellent as the Sonne, glorious as an armye of men with their banners?

  • Song 8:14
    75%

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

  • Song 5:2
    75%

    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 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?

  • Song 1:3-5
    3 verses
    74%

    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.

    5 I am black (o ye doughters of Ierusale) like as the tentes of the Cedarenes, and as the hanginges of Salomon:

  • Song 4:15
    73%

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

  • Song 2:17
    73%

    17 vntill 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 5:16
    73%

    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.

  • Ps 45:2
    73%

    2 My tonge is ye penne of a ready wryter.

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