Song of Songs 6:2

Coverdale Bible (1535)

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.

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  • Song 5:13 : 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 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.
  • Isa 40:11 : 11 He shal fede his flock like an hirdman. He shal gather the lambes together with his arme, and carie them in his bosome, & shal kindly intreate those that beare yonge.
  • Isa 57:1 : 1 Bvt in the meane season ye righteous perisheth, & no ma regardeth it in his hert. Good godly people are taken awaye. & no ma cosidreth it. Namely: that the righteous is conuayed awaye thorow ye wicked:
  • Isa 58:11 : 11 The LORDE shal euer be thy gyde, and satisfie the desyre of thine hert, and fyl yi bones with marry. Thou shalt be like a freshwatred garden, and like the founteyne of water, that neuer leaueth runnynge.
  • 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.
  • Ezek 34:23 : 23 I wil rayse vp vnto them one only shepherde: euen my seruaunt Dauid, he shal fede the, and he shal be their shepherde.
  • Zeph 3:17 : 17 for the LORDE thy God is with the, it is he that hath power to saue: he hath a special pleasure in the, and a maruelous loue towarde the: yee he reioyseth ouer the wt gladnesse.
  • Matt 18:20 : 20 For where two or thre are gathered together i my name, there am I in the myddest amonge them.
  • Matt 28:20 : 20 and teach them to kepe all thinges, what soeuer I haue commaunded you. And lo, I am with you euery daye vnto the ende of the worlde.
  • John 4:34-35 : 34 Iesus sayde vnto the: My meate is this, that I do the wyll of him that sent me, and to fynish his worke. 35 Saye not ye youre selues: There are yet foure monethes, and then commeth the haruest? Beholde, I saye vnto you: lift vp youre eyes, and loke vpon the felde, for it is whyte allready vnto the haruest.
  • John 14:3 : 3 And though I go to prepare the place for you, yet wil I come agayne, and receaue you vnto myself, yt ye maye be where I am.
  • John 17:24 : 24 Father, I wil, that they whom thou hast geuen me, be with me where I am, yt they maye se my glory, which thou hast geue me: for thou hast loued me, or euer ye worlde was made.
  • Phil 1:21-23 : 21 For Christ is to me life, & death is to me auautage. 22 But in as moch as to lyue in ye flesh is frutefull to me for the worke, I wote not what 23 I shal chose, for both these thinges lye harde vpon me. I desyre to be lowsed, & to be with Christ, which thinge were moch better (for me)
  • 1 Thess 4:13-14 : 13 We wolde not brethren that ye shulde be ignoraunt concernynge them which are fallen a slepe, that ye sorowe not as other do which haue no hope. 14 For yf we beleue that Iesus dyed and rose agayne, euen so the also which slepe by Iesus, shal God brynge with him.
  • Rev 7:17 : 17 For the labe which is in the myddes of the seate, shal fede them, and shal leade them vnto fountaynes of lyuynge water, and God shal wype awaye all teares from their eyes.
  • Song 1:7-8 : 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.
  • Song 2:1-2 : 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.
  • Song 4:12-5:1 : 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: 14 as Cypresse, Nardus, Saffron, Calmus, and all the trees of Libanus: Myrre, Aloes, and all the best spyces. 15 Thou art a well of gardens, a well of lyuynge waters, which renne downe from Libanus. 16 Vp 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. 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.

Similar Verses (AI)

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  • Song 6:3-4
    2 verses
    89%

    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

  • Song 6:1
    88%

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

  • Song 2:16-17
    2 verses
    86%

    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 2:8-11
    4 verses
    82%

    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:

    11 for lo, the wynter is now past, the rayne is awaie & gone.

  • Song 1:12-14
    3 verses
    81%

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

    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.

  • Song 7:10-13
    4 verses
    81%

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

    11 O come on my loue, let vs go forth in to the felde, and take oure lodginge in the vyllages.

    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 5:1-2
    2 verses
    81%

    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.

  • Song 4:15-16
    2 verses
    81%

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

    16 Vp 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 5:5-6
    2 verses
    79%

    5 so that I stode vp to open vnto my beloued. My hades dropped wt Myrre, & the Myrre ranne downe my fyngers vpon ye lock.

    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.

  • Song 4:5-6
    2 verses
    78%

    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.

  • Song 6:11
    78%

    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 2:1-4
    4 verses
    77%

    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.

    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.

    4 He bryngeth me in to his wyne seller, and loueth me specially well.

  • Song 2:13-14
    2 verses
    77%

    13 The 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 1:7-8
    2 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.

  • Song 8:13-14
    2 verses
    77%

    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 4:12-13
    2 verses
    77%

    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 3:6
    76%

    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 7:6
    75%

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

  • Song 5:16
    74%

    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 4:8-10
    3 verses
    74%

    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.

  • Song 3:2-4
    3 verses
    74%

    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.

  • Song 1:16
    74%

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

  • Song 5:9
    74%

    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?

  • Song 5:13
    74%

    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 2:6
    73%

    6 His left hade lyeth vnder my heade, & his right hande enbraceth me.