Song of Songs 5:11
his heade is the most fyne golde, the lockes of his hayre are bu?shed, browne as the euenynge:
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- Song 5:2 : 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 7:5 : 5 That heade that stondeth vpon the is like Carmel: The hayre of thy heade is like the kynges purple folden vp in plates.
- Dan 2:37-38 : 37 O kynge, thou art a kynge off kynges: For the God off heaue hath geue the a kingdome, ryches, strength and maiesty: 38 & hath delyuered the all thinges, that are amoge ye children off men: the beastes off the felde, ad the foules vnder the heaue, and geuen the dominion ouer them all. Thou art that golde heade.
- Dan 7:9 : 9 I loked till the seates were prepared, ad till the olde aged sat him downe. His clothinge was as white as snowe, and the hayres of his heade like the pure woll. His trone was like the firie flame, and his wheles as the burnynge fyre.
- Eph 1:21-22 : 21 aboue all rule, power, and mighte, and dominacio, and aboue all that maye be named, not onely in this worlde, but also in ye worlde to come. 22 And hath put all thinges vnder his fete, and hath made him aboue all thinges the heade of the cogregacion,
- Rev 1:14 : 14 His heed, and his heares were whyte, as whyte woll, & as snowe: and his eyes were as a flamme of fyre:
Similar Verses (AI)
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- Song 5:9-102 verses82%
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 5:12-165 verses81%
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,
14 his hades are full of golde rynges and precious stones. His body is as the pure yuery, decte ouer with Saphyres:
15 His legges are as the pilers of Marbell, sett vpon sokettes of golde: His face is as Libanus, and as the bewty of the Cedre trees:
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 7:4-74 verses81%
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 6:4-74 verses76%
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 4:1-77 verses76%
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.
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.
- Song 1:5-73 verses76%
5 I am black (o ye doughters of Ierusale) like as the tentes of the Cedarenes, and as the hanginges of Salomon:
6 but yet am I faire & welfauoured withal. Maruell not at me yt I am so black, & why? ye Sonne hath shyned vpo me. For whan my mothers childre had euell wil at me, they made me ye keper of the vynyarde. Thus was I fayne to kepe a vynyarde, which was not myne owne.
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 1:13-153 verses73%
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.
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14 His heed, and his heares were whyte, as whyte woll, & as snowe: and his eyes were as a flamme of fyre:
- Song 1:9-113 verses72%
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:
11 a neck bande of golde wil we make ye wt syluer bottons.
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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.
- Lam 4:7-82 verses71%
7 Hir absteyners (or Nazarees) were whyter then ye snowe or mylke: their coloure was fresh read as the Corall, their beutie like the Saphyre.
8 But now their faces are very black: In so moch, that thou shuldest not knowe them in the stretes. Their skynne cleueth to their bones, It is wythered, and become like a drye stock.
- Song 7:9-102 verses70%
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 2:9-102 verses69%
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:
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30 My skynne vpo me is turned to black, & my bones are bret wt heate:
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2 Like the dewe of Hermon, which fell vpon the hill of Sion.
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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?
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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 4:9-102 verses68%
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.
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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.
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6 His left hade lyeth vnder my heade, & his right hande enbraceth me.
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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.
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1 Whither is thy loue gone the (o thou fayrest amonge weme) whither is thy loue departed, that we maye seke him with the?