Song of Songs 4:13

Coverdale Bible (1535)

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

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  • Song 1:14 : 14 A cluster of grapes of Cypers, or of the vynyardes of Engaddi, art thou vnto me, O my beloued.
  • Eccl 2:5 : 5 I made me ortchardes and gardens of pleasure, and planted trees in them of all maner frutes.
  • Song 6:11 : 11 I wente downe in to the nutt garden, to se what grew by the brokes, to loke yf the vynyarde florished, and yf the pomgranates were shot forth.
  • Song 1:12 : 12 When the kynge sytteth at the table, he shal smell my Nardus:
  • Song 4:14 : 14 as Cypresse, Nardus, Saffron, Calmus, and all the trees of Libanus: Myrre, Aloes, and all the best spyces.
  • Song 6:2 : 2 My loue is gone downe in to his garden, vnto ye swete smellinge beddes, that he maye refresh himself in the garden, and gather floures.
  • Ps 92:14 : 14 Soch as be planted in the house of the LORDE,be frutefull, plenteous & grene.
  • Song 7:12-13 : 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: 13 There 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 8:2 : 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 60:21 : 21 Thy people shalbe all godly, & possesse the londe for euer: the floure of my plantinge, the worke of my hondes, wherof I wil reioyce.
  • Isa 61:11 : 11 For like as ye grounde bringeth forth frute, & as the garde shuteth forth sede: So shal the LORDE God cause rightuousnes, and the feare of God to florish forth before all the Heithen.
  • 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.
  • 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.
  • John 15:1-3 : 1 I am a true vyne, and my father is an hussbande man. 2 Euery braunch that bringeth not forth frute in me, shal he cut of: and euery one that bryngeth forth frute, shal he pourge, yt it maye bringe forth more frute. 3 Now are ye cleane, because of the worde, that I haue spoke vnto you.
  • Phil 1:11 : 11 fylled with the frutes of righteousnes, which come by Iesus Christ vnto the glorye and prayse of God.

Similar Verses (AI)

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  • Song 4:14-16
    3 verses
    86%

    14as Cypresse, Nardus, Saffron, Calmus, and all the trees of Libanus: Myrre, Aloes, and all the best spyces.

    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 4:3-12
    10 verses
    83%

    3Thy 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.

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

    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.

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

    8Come 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.

    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.

  • Song 7:12-13
    2 verses
    79%

    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 1:12-14
    3 verses
    79%

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

    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 6:11
    76%

    11I wente downe in to the nutt garden, to se what grew by the brokes, to loke yf the vynyarde florished, and yf the pomgranates were shot forth.

  • Song 2:13-14
    2 verses
    76%

    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

    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 5:1-2
    2 verses
    76%

    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 6:1-2
    2 verses
    75%

    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.

  • Song 5:13
    75%

    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,

  • Prov 7:17
    75%

    17My bed haue I made to smell of Myrre, Aloes and Cynamom.

  • Song 7:4-8
    5 verses
    75%

    4Thy 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:

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

    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,

  • Song 8:13-14
    2 verses
    74%

    13Thou that dwellest in the gardens, O let me heare thy voyce, that my companyons maye herken to the same.

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

  • Song 2:1-3
    3 verses
    74%

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

    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 3:6
    73%

    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 1:2-4
    3 verses
    73%

    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 6:7
    73%

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

  • Song 1:16-17
    2 verses
    72%

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

    17ye sylinges of oure house are of Cedre tre, & oure balkes of Cypresse.

  • Ps 45:8
    72%

    8Thou hast loued rightuousnesse, & hated iniquite: wherfore God (which is thy God) hath anoynted the with the oyle of gladnes aboue thy felowes.

  • Isa 5:1
    71%

    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.

  • Song 4:1
    70%

    1O how fayre art thou (my loue) how fayre art thou? thou hast doues eyes besyde that which lyeth hid within.

  • Hos 14:6
    70%

    6His braunches shulde sprede out abrode, & be as fayre as the olyue tre, & smel as Libanus.

  • Song 7:2
    70%

    2Thy nauell is like a rounde goblett, which is neuer without drynke: Thy wombe is like an heape of wheate, sett aboute with lilies:

  • Song 8:5
    70%

    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.