Song of Songs 4:11 Cross References - Coverdale

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.

²⁷ So he came nye, and he kyssed him. Then smelled he the sauoure of his clothes, and blessed him, and sayde: Beholde, the smell of my sonne is as ye smell of the felde, which ye LORDE hath blessed.

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

⁸ Thou hast loued rightuousnesse, & hated iniquite: wherfore God (which is thy God) hath anoynted the with the oyle of gladnes aboue thy felowes.

¹⁴ Let me go in (o LORDE God) & I wil make mencion of thy power and rightuousnesse only. ¹⁵ Thou (o God) hast lerned me fro my youth vp vntill now, therfore wil I tell of yi wonderous workes.

²³ My tonge talketh of thy rightuousnesse all the daye longe, ²⁴ for they are confounded & brought vnto shame, yt sought to do me euel.

³ For the lippes of an harlot are a droppinge hony combe, and hir throte is softer then oyle.

²⁴ Fayre wordes are an hony combe, a refreshinge of ye mynde, & health of ye bones.

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.

³ Thy 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.

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.

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.

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,

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

¹⁵ Butter and hony shal he eate, yt he maye knowe the euel, and chose ye good.

² Take these wordes with you, when ye turne to the LORDE, & saye vnto him: O forgeue vs all oure synnes, receaue vs graciously, & then wil we offre ye bullockes of oure lyppes vnto the.

⁶ His braunches shulde sprede out abrode, & be as fayre as the olyue tre, & smel as Libanus. ⁷ They that dwel vnder his shadowe, shulde come agayne, & growe vp as the corne, & florish as the vyne: he shulde haue as good a name, as the wyne of Libanus.

¹⁵ Let vs therfore by him offre allwayes vnto God the sacrifice of prayse: that is to saye, the frute of those lippes which confesse his name.