Psalms 45:8
All thy garments smell of myrrhe & aloes, and cassia, when thou commest out of the yuorie palaces, where they haue made thee glad.
All thy garments smell of myrrhe & aloes, and cassia, when thou commest out of the yuorie palaces, where they haue made thee glad.
These verses are found using AI-powered semantic similarity based on meaning and context. Results may occasionally include unexpected connections.
9Kings daugthers were among thine honorable wiues: vpon thy right hand did stand the Queene in a vesture of golde of Ophir.
7Thou louest righteousnes, and hatest wickednesse, because God, euen thy God hath anoynted thee with the oyle of gladnes aboue thy fellowes.
3Because of the sauour of thy good ointments thy name is as an ointment powred out: therefore the virgins loue thee.
4Drawe me: we will runne after thee: the King hath brought me into his chabers: we will reioyce and be glad in thee: we will remember thy loue more then wine: the righteous do loue thee.
9I haue compared thee, O my loue, to the troupe of horses in the charets of Pharaoh.
10Thy cheekes are comely with rowes of stones, and thy necke with chaines.
11We will make thee borders of golde with studdes of siluer.
12Whiles the King was at his repast, my spikenard gaue the smell thereof.
13My welbeloued is as a bundle of myrrhe vnto me: he shall lie betweene my breasts.
14My welbeloued is as a cluster of camphire vnto me in the vines of Engedi.
13Thy plantes are as an orchard of pomegranates with sweete fruites, as camphire, spikenarde,
14Euen spikenarde, and saffran, calamus, and cynamon with all the trees of incense, myrrhe and aloes, with all the chiefe spices.
15O fountaine of the gardens, O well of liuing waters, and the springs of Lebanon.
16I haue deckt my bed with ornaments, carpets and laces of Egypt.
17I haue perfumed my bedde with myrrhe, aloes, and cynamom.
1To him that excelleth on Shoshannim a song of loue to giue instruction, committed to the sonnes of Korah. Mine heart will vtter forth a good matter: I wil intreat in my workes of the King: my tongue is as the pen of a swift writer.
2Thou art fayrer then the children of men: grace is powred in thy lips, because God hath blessed thee for euer.
3Gird thy sword vpon thy thigh, O most mightie, to wit, thy worship and thy glory,
11So shal the King haue pleasure in thy beautie: for he is thy Lord, and reuerence thou him.
12And the daughter of Tyrus with the rich of the people shall doe homage before thy face with presents.
13The Kings daughter is all glorious within: her clothing is of broydred golde.
14She shalbe brought vnto the King in raiment of needle worke: the virgins that follow after her, and her companions shall be brought vnto thee.
15With ioy & gladnes shall they be brought, and shall enter into the Kings palace.
40And howe much more is it that they sent for men to come from farre vnto whom a messenger was sent, and loe, they came? for whome thou diddest wash thy selfe, and paintedst thine eyes, and deckedst thee with ornaments,
41And satest vpon a costly bed, and a table prepared before it, whereupon thou hast set mine incense and mine oyle.
9Thou hast loued righteousnes & hated iniquitie. Wherefore God, eue thy God, hath anointed thee with the oyle of gladnes aboue thy felowes.
18And tookest thy broydred garments, and coueredst them: and thou hast set mine oyle and my perfume before them.
6Who is shee that commeth vp out of the wildernes like pillars of smoke perfumed with myrrhe and incense, and with all the spices of the marchant?
12And I put a frontlet vpon thy face, and earings in thine eares, and a beautifull crowne vpon thine head.
13Thus wast thou deckt with gold and siluer, and thy rayment was of fine linen, and silke, and broydred worke: thou didest eate fine floure, and honie and oyle, and thou wast very beautifull, and thou didest grow vp into a kingdome.
14And thy name was spred among the heathen for thy beautie: for it was perfite through my beautie which I had set vpon thee, saith the Lord God.
2It is like to the precious oyntment vpon the head, that runneth downe vpon the beard, euen vnto Aarons beard, which went downe on the border of his garments:
13His cheekes are as a bedde of spices, and as sweete flowres, and his lippes like lilies dropping downe pure myrrhe.
10My sister, my spouse, how faire is thy loue? howe much better is thy loue then wine? and the sauour of thine oyntments then all spices?
11Thy lippes, my spouse, droppe as honie combes: honie and milke are vnder thy tongue, and the sauoure of thy garments is as the sauoure of Lebanon.
8At all times let thy garments be white, and let not oyle be lacking vpon thine head.
5Thine head vpon thee is as skarlet, and the bush of thine head like purple: the King is tyed in the rafters.
6Howe faire art thou, and howe pleasant art thou, O my loue, in pleasures!
9Thou wentest to the Kings with oyle, and diddest increase thine oyntments and sende thy messengers farre off, and diddest humble thy selfe vnto hell.
1Howe beautifull are thy goings with shooes, O princes daughter! the ioynts of thy thighs are like iewels: the worke of the hande of a cunning workeman.
11Come forth, ye daughters of Zion, and behold the King Salomon with the crowne, wherewith his mother crowned him in ye day of his mariage, and in the day of the gladnes of his heart.
8Also oyle for light, and spices for the anointing oyle, and for the sweete incense,
6Oyle for the light, spices for anoynting oyle, and for the perfume of sweete sauour,
6The multitude of camels shall couer thee: and the dromedaries of Midian and of Ephah: all they of Sheba shall come: they shall bring golde and incense, and shewe foorth the prayses of the Lorde.
11Thou hast turned my mourning into ioy: thou hast loosed my sacke and girded mee with gladnesse.
6Vntill the day breake, and the shadowes flie away, I wil go into the mountaine of myrrhe and to the mountaine of incense.
7Thou art all faire, my loue, and there is no spot in thee.
10(40:5) Decke thy selfe now with maiestie & excellencie, & aray thy selfe with beautie & glory.
35Then thou shalt make of them perfume composed after the arte of the apothecarie, mingled together, pure and holy.