Psalms 119:103 Cross References - Coverdale

¹⁰³ O how swete are thy wordes vnto my throte? Yee more the hony vnto my mouth.

¹² I haue not forsaken the comaundemet of his lippes, but loke what he charged me with his mouth, that haue I shutt vp in my herte.

¹⁰ More pleasunt are they then golde, yee then moch fyne golde: sweter then hony & the hony combe.

⁵ As loge as I liue wil I magnifie the, & lift vp my hondes in thy name.

¹⁷ Hir wayes are pleasaunt wayes, and all hir pathes are peaceable.

¹¹ For wysdome is more worth then precious stones, yee all the thinges that thou cast desyre, are not to be compared vnto it.

¹³ My sonne, thou eatest hony & ye swete hony cobe, because it is good & swete in thy mouth. ¹⁴ Euen so shall ye knowlege of wysdome be vnto yi soule, as soone as thou hast gotte it. And there is good hope, yee yi hope shal not be in vayne.

² O that thy mouth wolde geue me a kysse, for yi brestes are more pleasaunt then wyne, 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.

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.