Canticles 2.3 (AKJV) - 1 |
canticles 2.3: i sate downe vnder his shadow with great delight, and his fruit was sweete to my taste. |
i sat down under his shadow with great delight, and his fruit was sweet to my tast |
False |
0.896 |
0.97 |
3.539 |
Canticles 2.3 (Douay-Rheims) - 2 |
canticles 2.3: and his fruit was sweet to my palate. |
i sat down under his shadow with great delight, and his fruit was sweet to my tast |
False |
0.799 |
0.781 |
2.688 |
Canticles 2.3 (Geneva) - 2 |
canticles 2.3: and his fruite was sweete vnto my mouth. |
i sat down under his shadow with great delight, and his fruit was sweet to my tast |
False |
0.746 |
0.562 |
0.0 |
Canticles 5.2 (Douay-Rheims) |
canticles 5.2: i sleep, and my heart watcheth; the voice of my beloved knocking: open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled: for my head is full of dew, and my locks of the drops of the nights. |
i sleep, but by heart waketh, how bernard undestandeth this place i shall shew afterwards, and cant. 2.3. cant. 2.3. i sat down under his shadow with great delight, and his fruit was sweet to my tast |
False |
0.734 |
0.224 |
2.914 |
Canticles 2.3 (Douay-Rheims) - 1 |
canticles 2.3: i sat down under his shadow, whom i desired: |
i sleep, but by heart waketh, how bernard undestandeth this place i shall shew afterwards, and cant. 2.3. cant. 2.3. i sat down under his shadow with great delight, and his fruit was sweet to my tast |
False |
0.721 |
0.646 |
6.675 |
Canticles 5.2 (AKJV) |
canticles 5.2: i sleepe, but my heart waketh: it is the voyce of my beloued that knocketh, saying, open to me, my sister, my loue, my doue, my vndefiled: for my head is filled with dewe, and my lockes with the drops of the night. |
i sleep, but by heart waketh, how bernard undestandeth this place i shall shew afterwards, and cant. 2.3. cant. 2.3. i sat down under his shadow with great delight, and his fruit was sweet to my tast |
False |
0.7 |
0.827 |
2.206 |
Canticles 5.2 (Geneva) |
canticles 5.2: i sleepe, but mine heart waketh, it is the voyce of my welbeloued that knocketh, saying, open vnto mee, my sister, my loue, my doue, my vndefiled: for mine head is full of dewe, and my lockes with the droppes of the night. |
i sleep, but by heart waketh, how bernard undestandeth this place i shall shew afterwards, and cant. 2.3. cant. 2.3. i sat down under his shadow with great delight, and his fruit was sweet to my tast |
False |
0.7 |
0.791 |
2.147 |
Canticles 2.3 (Geneva) |
canticles 2.3: like the apple tree among the trees of the forest, so is my welbeloued among the sonnes of men: vnder his shadow had i delite, and sate downe: and his fruite was sweete vnto my mouth. |
i sleep, but by heart waketh, how bernard undestandeth this place i shall shew afterwards, and cant. 2.3. cant. 2.3. i sat down under his shadow with great delight, and his fruit was sweet to my tast |
False |
0.675 |
0.324 |
2.499 |
Canticles 5.2 (AKJV) - 0 |
canticles 5.2: i sleepe, but my heart waketh: |
i sleep, but by heart waketh, how bernard undestandeth this place i shall shew afterwards, and cant |
True |
0.666 |
0.954 |
0.817 |
Canticles 2.3 (AKJV) |
canticles 2.3: as the apple tree among the trees of the wood, so is my beloued among the sonnes. i sate downe vnder his shadow with great delight, and his fruit was sweete to my taste. |
i sleep, but by heart waketh, how bernard undestandeth this place i shall shew afterwards, and cant. 2.3. cant. 2.3. i sat down under his shadow with great delight, and his fruit was sweet to my tast |
False |
0.666 |
0.943 |
8.192 |
Canticles 5.2 (Douay-Rheims) |
canticles 5.2: i sleep, and my heart watcheth; the voice of my beloved knocking: open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled: for my head is full of dew, and my locks of the drops of the nights. |
i sleep, but by heart waketh, how bernard undestandeth this place i shall shew afterwards, and cant |
True |
0.661 |
0.851 |
1.128 |
Canticles 5.2 (Geneva) |
canticles 5.2: i sleepe, but mine heart waketh, it is the voyce of my welbeloued that knocketh, saying, open vnto mee, my sister, my loue, my doue, my vndefiled: for mine head is full of dewe, and my lockes with the droppes of the night. |
i sleep, but by heart waketh, how bernard undestandeth this place i shall shew afterwards, and cant |
True |
0.655 |
0.905 |
0.459 |