Song of Songs 8:14

King James Version 1769 (Standard Version)

Make haste, my beloved, and be thou like to a roe or to a young hart upon the mountains of spices.

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Referenced Verses

  • Song 2:17 : 17 Until the day break, and the shadows flee away, turn, my beloved, and be thou like a roe or a young hart upon the mountains of Bether.
  • Rev 22:17 : 17 And the Spirit and the bride say, Come. And let him that heath say, Come. And let him that is athirst come. And whosoever will, let him take the water of life fely.
  • Rev 22:20 : 20 He which testifieth these things saith, Suly I come quickly. Amen. Even so, come, Lord Jesus.
  • Song 2:9 : 9 My beloved is like a roe or a young hart: behold, he standeth behind our wall, he looketh forth at the windows, shewing himself through the lattice.
  • Song 4:6 : 6 Until the day break, and the shadows flee away, I will get me to the mountain of myrrh, and to the hill of frankincense.
  • Luke 19:12 : 12 He said therefore, A certain nobleman went into a far country to receive for himself a kingdom, and to return.
  • Phil 1:23 : 23 For I am in a strait betwixt two, having a desire to depart, and to be with Christ; which is far better:

Similar Verses (AI)

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  • Song 2:16-17
    2 verses
    84%

    16 My beloved is mine, and I am his: he feedeth among the lilies.

    17 Until the day break, and the shadows flee away, turn, my beloved, and be thou like a roe or a young hart upon the mountains of Bether.

  • Song 2:7-10
    4 verses
    84%

    7 I charge you, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes, and by the hinds of the field, that ye stir not up, nor awake my love, till he please.

    8 The voice of my beloved! behold, he cometh leaping upon the mountains, skipping upon the hills.

    9 My beloved is like a roe or a young hart: behold, he standeth behind our wall, he looketh forth at the windows, shewing himself through the lattice.

    10 My beloved spake, and said unto me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.

  • 13 Thou that dwellest in the gardens, the companions hearken to thy voice: cause me to hear it.

  • Song 4:5-13
    9 verses
    80%

    5 Thy two breasts are like two young roes that are twins, which feed among the lilies.

    6 Until the day break, and the shadows flee away, I will get me to the mountain of myrrh, and to the hill of frankincense.

    7 Thou art all fair, my love; there is no spot in thee.

    8 Come with me from Lebanon, my spouse, with me from Lebanon: look from the top of Amana, from the top of Shenir and Hermon, from the lions' dens, from the mountains of the leopards.

    9 Thou hast ravished my heart, my sister, my spouse; thou hast ravished my heart with one of thine eyes, with one chain of thy neck.

    10 How fair is thy love, my sister, my spouse! how much better is thy love than wine! and the smell of thine ointments than all spices!

    11 Thy lips, O my spouse, drop as the honeycomb: honey and milk are under thy tongue; and the smell of thy garments is like the smell of Lebanon.

    12 A garden inclosed is my sister, my spouse; a spring shut up, a fountain sealed.

    13 Thy plants are an orchard of pomegranates, with pleasant fruits; camphire, with spikenard,

  • Song 3:5-6
    2 verses
    80%

    5 I charge you, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes, and by the hinds of the field, that ye stir not up, nor awake my love, till he please.

    6 Who is this that cometh out of the wilderness like pillars of smoke, perfumed with myrrh and frankincense, with all powders of the merchant?

  • Song 1:13-16
    4 verses
    79%

    13 A bundle of myrrh is my wellbeloved unto me; he shall lie all night betwixt my breasts.

    14 My beloved is unto me as a cluster of camphire in the vineyards of En-gedi.

    15 Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; thou hast doves' eyes.

    16 Behold, thou art fair, my beloved, yea, pleasant: also our bed is green.

  • Song 2:13-14
    2 verses
    79%

    13 The fig tree putteth forth her green figs, and the vines with the tender grape give a good smell. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.

    14 O my dove, that art in the clefts of the rock, in the secret places of the stairs, let me see thy countenance, let me hear thy voice; for sweet is thy voice, and thy countenance is comely.

  • 19 Let her be as the loving hind and pleasant roe; let her breasts satisfy thee at all times; and be thou ravished always with her love.

  • Song 7:10-12
    3 verses
    77%

    10 I am my beloved's, and his desire is toward me.

    11 Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the field; let us lodge in the villages.

    12 Let us get up early to the vineyards; let us see if the vine flourish, whether the tender grape appear, and the pomegranates bud forth: there will I give thee my loves.

  • Song 4:15-16
    2 verses
    77%

    15 A fountain of gardens, a well of living waters, and streams from Lebanon.

    16 Awake, O north wind; and come, thou south; blow upon my garden, that the spices thereof may flow out. Let my beloved come into his garden, and eat his pleasant fruits.

  • Song 6:1-5
    5 verses
    77%

    1 Whither is thy beloved gone, O thou fairest among women? whither is thy beloved turned aside? that we may seek him with thee.

    2 My beloved is gone down into his garden, to the beds of spices, to feed in the gardens, and to gather lilies.

    3 I am my beloved's, and my beloved is mine: he feedeth among the lilies.

    4 Thou art beautiful, O my love, as Tirzah, comely as Jerusalem, terrible as an army with banners.

    5 Turn away thine eyes from me, for they have overcome me: thy hair is as a flock of goats that appear from Gilead.

  • Song 1:7-9
    3 verses
    76%

    7 Tell me, O thou whom my soul loveth, where thou feedest, where thou makest thy flock to rest at noon: for why should I be as one that turneth aside by the flocks of thy companions?

    8 If thou know not, O thou fairest among women, go thy way forth by the footsteps of the flock, and feed thy kids beside the shepherds' tents.

    9 I have compared thee, O my love, to a company of horses in Pharaoh's chariots.

  • 6 How fair and how pleasant art thou, O love, for delights!

  • Song 8:4-5
    2 verses
    75%

    4 I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, that ye stir not up, nor awake my love, until he please.

    5 Who is this that cometh up from the wilderness, leaning upon her beloved? I raised thee up under the apple tree: there thy mother brought thee forth: there she brought thee forth that bare thee.

  • 1 Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; thou hast doves' eyes within thy locks: thy hair is as a flock of goats, that appear from mount Gilead.

  • Song 1:3-4
    2 verses
    75%

    3 Because of the savour of thy good ointments thy name is as ointment poured forth, therefore do the virgins love thee.

    4 Draw me, we will run after thee: the king hath brought me into his chambers: we will be glad and rejoice in thee, we will remember thy love more than wine: the upright love thee.

  • Song 5:1-2
    2 verses
    75%

    1 I am come into my garden, my sister, my spouse: I have gathered my myrrh with my spice; I have eaten my honeycomb with my honey; I have drunk my wine with my milk: eat, O friends; drink, yea, drink abundantly, O beloved.

    2 I sleep, but my heart waketh: it is the voice of my beloved that knocketh, saying, Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled: for my head is filled with dew, and my locks with the drops of the night.

  • 3 Thy two breasts are like two young roes that are twins.

  • Song 5:8-9
    2 verses
    74%

    8 I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if ye find my beloved, that ye tell him, that I am sick of love.

    9 What is thy beloved more than another beloved, O thou fairest among women? what is thy beloved more than another beloved, that thou dost so charge us?

  • 13 His cheeks are as a bed of spices, as sweet flowers: his lips like lilies, dropping sweet smelling myrrh.