Song of Songs 5:12

Coverdale Bible (1535)

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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Referenced Verses

  • Song 1:15 : 15 O how fayre art thou (my loue) how fayre art thou? thou hast doues eyes.
  • Song 4:1 : 1 O how fayre art thou (my loue) how fayre art thou? thou hast doues eyes besyde that which lyeth hid within.
  • Heb 4:13 : 13 nether is there eny creature invisible in ye sighte of him. But all thinges are naked & bare vnto ye eyes of hi of who we speake.

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  • Song 5:13-16
    4 verses
    81%

    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 5:10-11
    2 verses
    81%

    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:

  • Song 1:13-15
    3 verses
    80%

    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 4:1-7
    7 verses
    79%

    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 7:1-7
    7 verses
    77%

    1 O how pleasaunt are thy treadinges with thy shues, thou prynces daughter? Thy thees are like a fayre iewell, which is wrought by a connynge workmaster:

    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:

  • Song 6:5-7
    3 verses
    75%

    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 1:9-10
    2 verses
    72%

    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 2:14
    72%

    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.

  • Gen 49:12
    72%

    12 His eyes are roudier then wyne, and his teth whyter then mylck.

  • Job 41:18
    71%

    18 His nesinge is like a glisteringe fyre, and his eyes like the mornynge shyne.

  • Song 2:9
    71%

    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.

  • Rev 1:14
    71%

    14 His heed, and his heares were whyte, as whyte woll, & as snowe: and his eyes were as a flamme of fyre:

  • Song 4:9-12
    4 verses
    71%

    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 5:2
    70%

    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 1:7
    70%

    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,

  • Lam 4:7
    69%

    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.

  • Song 6:9-10
    2 verses
    69%

    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?

  • Job 21:24
    69%

    24 euen when his bowels are at the fattest, and his bones full of mary.

  • Song 7:9
    69%

    9 and thy throte like the best wyne. This shalbe pure & cleare for my loue, his lippes and teth shal haue their pleasure.

  • Song 1:5
    69%

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

  • Song 1:2
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    2 O that thy mouth wolde geue me a kysse, for yi brestes are more pleasaunt then wyne,

  • Song 8:10
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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.

  • Prov 5:19
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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.

  • Song 4:15
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    15 Thou art a well of gardens, a well of lyuynge waters, which renne downe from Libanus.

  • Ps 133:2
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    2 Like the dewe of Hermon, which fell vpon the hill of Sion.