Canticles 2.13 (AKJV) - 1 |
canticles 2.13: arise, my loue, my faire one, and come away. |
arise my love, my fair one, |
True |
0.89 |
0.911 |
0.972 |
Canticles 2.10 (Douay-Rheims) - 1 |
canticles 2.10: arise, make haste, my love, my dove, my beautiful one, and come. |
arise my love, my fair one, |
True |
0.865 |
0.764 |
3.108 |
Canticles 2.10 (Geneva) |
canticles 2.10: my welbeloued spake and said vnto me, arise, my loue, my faire one, and come thy way. |
arise my love, my fair one, |
True |
0.799 |
0.902 |
0.813 |
Canticles 2.10 (AKJV) |
canticles 2.10: my beloued spake, and said vnto me, rise vp, my loue, my faire one, and come away. |
arise my love, my fair one, |
True |
0.781 |
0.882 |
0.0 |
Canticles 2.10 (AKJV) |
canticles 2.10: my beloued spake, and said vnto me, rise vp, my loue, my faire one, and come away. |
and heareth his most sweet voice, and is invited to communion with him, of whom she could not get a blink formerly, cant. 2. 10. arise my love, my fair one, |
False |
0.744 |
0.201 |
1.97 |
Canticles 2.13 (Geneva) - 2 |
canticles 2.13: arise my loue, my faire one, and come away. |
and heareth his most sweet voice, and is invited to communion with him, of whom she could not get a blink formerly, cant. 2. 10. arise my love, my fair one, |
False |
0.73 |
0.51 |
1.849 |
Canticles 2.13 (AKJV) |
canticles 2.13: the fig tree putteth foorth her greene figs, and the vines with the tender grape giue a good smell. arise, my loue, my faire one, and come away. |
and heareth his most sweet voice, and is invited to communion with him, of whom she could not get a blink formerly, cant. 2. 10. arise my love, my fair one, |
False |
0.73 |
0.281 |
1.256 |
Canticles 2.10 (Geneva) |
canticles 2.10: my welbeloued spake and said vnto me, arise, my loue, my faire one, and come thy way. |
and heareth his most sweet voice, and is invited to communion with him, of whom she could not get a blink formerly, cant. 2. 10. arise my love, my fair one, |
False |
0.704 |
0.282 |
2.965 |
Canticles 2.13 (Douay-Rheims) |
canticles 2.13: the fig tree hath put forth her green figs: the vines in flower yield their sweet smell. arise, my love, my beautiful one, and come: |
arise my love, my fair one, |
True |
0.683 |
0.76 |
2.409 |
Canticles 2.13 (Geneva) |
canticles 2.13: the figtree hath brought foorth her yong figges: and the vines with their small grapes haue cast a sauour: arise my loue, my faire one, and come away. |
arise my love, my fair one, |
True |
0.665 |
0.81 |
0.661 |