Song of Songs 8:14

Coverdale Bible (1535)

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

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  • Song 2:17 : 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.
  • Rev 22:17 : 17 And the sprete and the bryde saye: Come. And let him that heareth, saye also: Come. And let him that is a thyrst, come. And let whosoeuer wyll, take of the water of life fre.
  • Rev 22:20 : 20 He which testifyeth these thinges, sayth: Yee I come quyckly, Amen. Euen so: come LORDE Iesu.
  • Song 2:9 : 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.
  • Song 4:6 : 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.
  • Luke 19:12 : 12 And he sayde: A certayne noble ma wete in to a farre countre, to receaue hi a kyngdome, and then to come agayne.
  • Phil 1:23 : 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)

Similar Verses (AI)

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  • Song 2:16-17
    2 verses
    84%

    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 2:7-10
    4 verses
    84%

    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 8:13
    82%

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

  • Song 4:5-13
    9 verses
    80%

    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.

    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.

    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.

    13 The frutes that sproute in the, are like a very paradyse of pogranates wt swete frutes:

  • Song 3:5-6
    2 verses
    80%

    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 1:13-16
    4 verses
    79%

    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.

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

  • Song 2:13-14
    2 verses
    79%

    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.

  • Prov 5:19
    78%

    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 7:10-12
    3 verses
    77%

    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:

  • Song 4:15-16
    2 verses
    77%

    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 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
    76%

    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 7:6
    76%

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

  • Song 8:4-5
    2 verses
    75%

    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.

  • Song 4:1
    75%

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

  • Song 1:3-4
    2 verses
    75%

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

    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.

  • Song 5:1-2
    2 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.

  • Song 7:3
    74%

    3 Thy two brestes are like two twyns of yonge roes:

  • Song 5:8-9
    2 verses
    74%

    8 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.

    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
    73%

    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,

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