Song of Songs 4:5
Thy two brestes are like two twyns of yonge roes, which fede amoge the lilies.
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Referenced Verses
- Song 2:16 : 16 My loue is myne, and I am his, (which fedeth amoge the lylies)
- Song 6:3 : 3 My loue is myne, and I am his, which fedeth amonge the lilies.
- Song 7:3 : 3 Thy two brestes are like two twyns of yonge roes:
- Prov 5:19 : 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 8:10 : 10 Yf I be a wall, & my brestes like towres, then am I as one that hath founde fauoure in his sight.
- Isa 66:10-12 : 10 Reioyse with Ierusalem, & be glad with her, all ye that loue her. Be ioyful with her, all ye that mourned for her. 11 For ye shal sucke coforte out of hir brestes, and be satisfied. Ye shal taist, and haue delite in the plenteousnesse of hir power. 12 For thus sayeth the LORDE: beholde, I wil let peace i to her, like a water floude, & ye might of the Heithe like a flowinge streame. Then shal ye sucke, ye shal be borne vpon hir sydes, and be ioyful vpo hir knees.
- 1 Pet 2:2 : 2 & as new borne babes desyre that reasonable mylke, which is without corrupcion, that ye maye growe therin,
- Song 1:13 : 13 for a bodell of Myrre (o my beloued) lyeth betwixte my brestes.
- Song 7:7 : 7 Thy stature is like a date tre, and thy brestes like the grapes. I sayde:
- Song 8:1 : 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,
Similar Verses (AI)
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- Song 7:2-98 verses94%
2 Thy nauell is like a rounde goblett, which is neuer without drynke: Thy wombe is like an heape of wheate, sett aboute with lilies:
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:
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,
9 and thy throte like the best wyne. This shalbe pure & cleare for my loue, his lippes and teth shal haue their pleasure.
- Song 4:6-138 verses83%
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.
13 The frutes that sproute in the, are like a very paradyse of pogranates wt swete frutes:
- Song 4:1-44 verses83%
1 O how fayre art thou (my loue) how fayre art thou? thou hast doues eyes besyde that which lyeth hid within.
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.
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19 Louynge is the hynde, and frendly is the Roo: let her brestes alwaye satisfie the, and holde the euer content with hir loue.
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14 O get the awaye (my loue) as a roo or a yonge hert vnto the swete smellinge moutaynes.
- Song 5:12-132 verses76%
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 1:7-104 verses76%
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 2:16-172 verses76%
16 My loue is myne, and I am his, (which fedeth amoge the lylies)
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 1:13-153 verses76%
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 2:6-105 verses76%
6 His left hade lyeth vnder my heade, & his right hande enbraceth me.
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 6:2-76 verses75%
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.
3 My loue is myne, and I am his, which fedeth amonge the lilies.
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 2:1-22 verses75%
1 I am the floure of the felde, and lylie of the valleys:
2 as the rose amonge the thornes, so is my loue amonge the daughters.
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10 Yf I be a wall, & my brestes like towres, then am I as one that hath founde fauoure in his sight.
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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.
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15 Thou art a well of gardens, a well of lyuynge waters, which renne downe from Libanus.
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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.