Song of Songs 5:8

Coverdale Bible (1535)

I charge you therfore (o ye doughters of Ierusalem) yf ye fynde my beloued, that ye tell him, how that I am sick for loue.

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Referenced Verses

  • Song 2:7 : 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.
  • Song 2:5 : 5 Refresh me wt grapes, coforte me with apples, for I am sick of loue.
  • Ps 42:1-3 : 1 Like as the hert desyreth the water brokes, so longeth my soule after the, o God. My soule is a thurste for God, yee eue for the lyuynge God: wha shal I come, & beholde the face of God? 2 My teares are my meate daye and night, whyle it is daylie sayde vnto me: where is now thy God? 3 Now when I thinke there vpo, I poure out my hert by my self: for I wolde fayne go hence with the multitude, & passe ouer with them vnto the house of God, in ye voyce of prayse & thankesgeuynge, amonge soch as kepe holy daye.
  • Ps 63:1-3 : 1 O God, thou art my God: early wil I seke the. 2 My soule thursteth for the, my flesh longeth after the in a bare & drie lode, where no water is. 3 Thus do I loke for the in thy Sactuary, that I might beholde yi power & glory.
  • Ps 77:1-3 : 1 I cried vnto God with my voyce, yee euen vnto God cried I with my voyce, & he herde me. 2 In the tyme of my trouble I sought the LORDE, I helde vp my hondes vnto him in the night season, for my soule refused all other comforte. 3 When I was in heuynesse, I thought vpo God: whe my hert was vexed, then dyd I speake.
  • Ps 119:81-83 : 81 My soule longeth for thy sauynge health, for my trust is in thy worde. 82 Myne eyes loge sore for thy worde, sayege: Oh when wilt thou coforte me? 83 For I am become like a botell in ye smoke, yet do not I forget thy statutes.
  • Song 3:5 : 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.
  • Song 8:4 : 4 I charge you (o ye daughters of Ierusale) that ye wake not vp my loue ner touch her, tyll she be content herself.
  • Rom 15:30 : 30 I beseke you brethren thorow oure LORDE Iesu Christ, and thorow the loue of the sprete, yt ye helpe me in my busynes with youre prayers vnto God for me,
  • Gal 6:1-2 : 1 Brethren, Yf eny ma be ouertaken of a faute, ye which are spirituall, enfourme him with a meke sprete: and considre thine owne selfe, that thou also be not tempted. 2 Beare ye one anothers burthe, and so shal ye fulfyll the lawe of Christ.
  • Jas 5:16 : 16 Knowlege youre fautes one to another: and praye one for another, that ye maye be healed. The prayer of a righteous man auayleth moche, yf it be feruet.

Similar Verses (AI)

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  • Song 5:9-10
    2 verses
    84%

    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 3:1-6
    6 verses
    84%

    1 By night in my bedd, I sought him, whom my soule loueth: yee diligently sought I him, but I founde him not.

    2 I wil get vp (thought I) and go aboute the cite: vpon the market and in all ye stretes will I seke him whom my soule loueth, but whan I sought him, I founde him not.

    3 The watchmen that go aboute ye cite, founde me. Sawe ye not him, whom my soule loueth?

    4 So whan I was a litle past them, I foude him whom my soule loueth. I haue gotten holde vpon him, and wyl not let him go, vntill I brynge him into my mothers house, and in to hir chambre that bare me.

    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.

    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?

  • Song 8:3-6
    4 verses
    83%

    3 His left hande lyeth vnder my heade, & his right hande embraceth me.

    4 I charge you (o ye daughters of Ierusale) that ye wake not vp my loue ner touch her, tyll she be content herself.

    5 What 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.

    6 O set me as a seale vpo thine hert, and as a seale vpon thine arme: for loue is mightie as the death, & gelousy as the hell. Hir coales are of fyre, and a very flamme of the LORDE:

  • Song 2:5-10
    6 verses
    83%

    5 Refresh me wt grapes, coforte me with apples, for I am sick of loue.

    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 5:6-7
    2 verses
    82%

    6 Neuerthelesse wha I had opened vnto my beloued, he was departed, and gone his waye. Now like as afore tyme whan he spake, my hert coude no longer refrayne: Euen so now I sought hi, but I coude not fynde him: I cried vpon him, neuerthelesse he gaue me no answere.

    7 So the watchmen that wente aboute the cite, foude me, smote me, and wounded me: Yee they that kepte the walles, toke awaye my garmet fro me.

  • Song 6:1-5
    5 verses
    77%

    1 Whither is thy loue gone the (o thou fayrest amonge weme) whither is thy loue departed, that we maye seke him with the?

    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.

  • Song 1:7-9
    3 verses
    77%

    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.

  • Song 7:10
    76%

    10 There wil I turne me vnto my loue, and he shal turne him vnto me.

  • Song 5:1-3
    3 verses
    75%

    1 Come 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.

    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.

    3 I haue put off my cote, how ca I do it on agayne? I haue washed my fete, how shal I fyle them agayne?

  • Song 5:16
    75%

    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 8:13-14
    2 verses
    74%

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

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

  • Song 4:9-10
    2 verses
    74%

    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 1:4-5
    2 verses
    73%

    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 7:6
    73%

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

  • Song 1:13-15
    3 verses
    72%

    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 2:14
    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.

  • Song 8:1
    72%

    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,

  • Song 7:12
    72%

    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:

  • Song 2:2
    72%

    2 as the rose amonge the thornes, so is my loue amonge the daughters.

  • Song 4:6
    72%

    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.

  • Song 6:10
    71%

    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 2:16
    71%

    16 My loue is myne, and I am his, (which fedeth amoge the lylies)