Song of Songs 7:3

Coverdale Bible (1535)

Thy two brestes are like two twyns of yonge roes:

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  • Song 4:5 : 5 Thy two brestes are like two twyns of yonge roes, which fede amoge the lilies.
  • Song 6:6 : 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.

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  • Song 4:1-7
    7 verses
    94%

    1O how fayre art thou (my loue) how fayre art thou? thou hast doues eyes besyde that which lyeth hid within.

    2Thy 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.

    3Thy 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.

    4Thy neck is like the tower of Dauid buylded with bulworkes, wher vpon there hage a thousande sheldes, yee all the weapes of the giautes.

    5Thy two brestes are like two twyns of yonge roes, which fede amoge the lilies.

    6O 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.

    7Thou art all fayre (o my loue) & no spott is there in the.

  • Song 7:4-10
    7 verses
    84%

    4Thy 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:

    5That heade that stondeth vpon the is like Carmel: The hayre of thy heade is like the kynges purple folden vp in plates.

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

    7Thy stature is like a date tre, and thy brestes like the grapes. I sayde:

    8I 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,

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

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

  • Song 7:1-2
    2 verses
    83%

    1O 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:

    2Thy nauell is like a rounde goblett, which is neuer without drynke: Thy wombe is like an heape of wheate, sett aboute with lilies:

  • Prov 5:19
    77%

    19Louynge is the hynde, and frendly is the Roo: let her brestes alwaye satisfie the, and holde the euer content with hir loue.

  • Song 1:7-10
    4 verses
    75%

    7Tell 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,

    8Yf 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.

    9There wil I tary for the (my loue) wt myne hoost & with my charettes, which shalbe no fewer then Pharaos.

    10Then shal thy chekes & thy neck be made fayre, & hanged wt spages & goodly iewels:

  • Song 6:4-7
    4 verses
    75%

    4Thou 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.

    6Thy 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.

    7Thy chekes are like a pece of a pomgranate, besydes yt which lyeth hid within.

  • Song 1:13-15
    3 verses
    75%

    13for a bodell of Myrre (o my beloued) lyeth betwixte my brestes.

    14A cluster of grapes of Cypers, or of the vynyardes of Engaddi, art thou vnto me, O my beloued.

    15O how fayre art thou (my loue) how fayre art thou? thou hast doues eyes.

  • Song 8:14
    74%

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

  • Song 2:7-9
    3 verses
    74%

    7I 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.

    8Me thynke I heare the voyce of my beloued: lo, there commeth he hoppinge vpon ye mountaynes, and leapinge ouer the litle hilles.

    9My 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.

  • Song 5:12-15
    4 verses
    74%

    12His eyes are as the eyes of doues by the water brokes, washen with mylck, and remaynynge in a plenteous place:

    13His 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,

    14his hades are full of golde rynges and precious stones. His body is as the pure yuery, decte ouer with Saphyres:

    15His 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:

  • Song 8:10
    73%

    10Yf I be a wall, & my brestes like towres, then am I as one that hath founde fauoure in his sight.

  • Song 4:9-11
    3 verses
    73%

    9Thou 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.

    10O 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.

    11Thy 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.

  • Song 3:5
    72%

    5I 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 2:17
    72%

    17vntill 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 2:14
    71%

    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.

  • Isa 66:11
    71%

    11For ye shal sucke coforte out of hir brestes, and be satisfied. Ye shal taist, and haue delite in the plenteousnesse of hir power.

  • Song 8:1
    71%

    1O 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 8:8
    71%

    8When oure loue is tolde oure yonge sister, whose brestes are not yet growne, what shal we do vnto her?

  • Ezek 23:21
    70%

    21Thus thou hast renued the fylthynesse of thy youth, when thy louers bressed yi pappes, and marred thy brestes in Egipte.

  • Song 4:15
    70%

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

  • Song 1:3
    70%

    3& that because of the good and pleasaunt sauoure. Thy name is a swete smellynge oyntment, therfore do the maydens loue the:

  • Song 5:9
    70%

    9Who 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?