Song of Songs 5:8 Cross References - Coverdale

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.

¹ Like as the hert desyreth the water brokes, so longeth my soule after the, o God. My soule is a thurste for God, yee eue for the lyuynge God: wha shal I come, & beholde the face of God? ² My teares are my meate daye and night, whyle it is daylie sayde vnto me: where is now thy God? ³ Now when I thinke there vpo, I poure out my hert by my self: for I wolde fayne go hence with the multitude, & passe ouer with them vnto the house of God, in ye voyce of prayse & thankesgeuynge, amonge soch as kepe holy daye.

¹ O God, thou art my God: early wil I seke the. ² My soule thursteth for the, my flesh longeth after the in a bare & drie lode, where no water is. ³ Thus do I loke for the in thy Sactuary, that I might beholde yi power & glory.

¹ I cried vnto God with my voyce, yee euen vnto God cried I with my voyce, & he herde me. ² In the tyme of my trouble I sought the LORDE, I helde vp my hondes vnto him in the night season, for my soule refused all other comforte. ³ When I was in heuynesse, I thought vpo God: whe my hert was vexed, then dyd I speake.

⁸¹ My soule longeth for thy sauynge health, for my trust is in thy worde. ⁸² Myne eyes loge sore for thy worde, sayege: Oh when wilt thou coforte me? ⁸³ For I am become like a botell in ye smoke, yet do not I forget thy statutes.

⁵ Refresh me wt grapes, coforte me with apples, for I am sick of loue.

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.

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.

⁴ I charge you (o ye daughters of Ierusale) that ye wake not vp my loue ner touch her, tyll she be content herself.

³⁰ I beseke you brethren thorow oure LORDE Iesu Christ, and thorow the loue of the sprete, yt ye helpe me in my busynes with youre prayers vnto God for me,

¹ Brethren, Yf eny ma be ouertaken of a faute, ye which are spirituall, enfourme him with a meke sprete: and considre thine owne selfe, that thou also be not tempted. ² Beare ye one anothers burthe, and so shal ye fulfyll the lawe of Christ.

¹⁶ Knowlege youre fautes one to another: and praye one for another, that ye maye be healed. The prayer of a righteous man auayleth moche, yf it be feruet.