Amos 5 23 |
Take thou away from me the noise of thy songs; for I will not hear the melody of thy viols. |
Psalms 150 4 |
Praise him with the timbrel and dance: praise him with stringed instruments and organs. |
Song of Solomon 2 8 |
The voice of my beloved! behold, he cometh leaping upon the mountains, skipping upon the hills. |
Ezekiel 33 32 |
And, lo, thou art unto them as a very lovely song of one that hath a pleasant voice, and can play well on an instrument: for they hear thy words, but they do them not. |
Psalms 87 7 |
As well the singers as the players on instruments shall be there: all my springs are in thee. |
Psalms 150 5 |
Praise him upon the loud cymbals: praise him upon the high sounding cymbals. |
Psalms 150 3 |
Praise him with the sound of the trumpet: praise him with the psaltery and harp. |
Isaiah 23 16 |
Take an harp, go about the city, thou harlot that hast been forgotten; make sweet melody, sing many songs, that thou mayest be remembered. |
Psalms 149 3 |
Let them praise his name in the dance: let them sing praises unto him with the timbrel and harp. |
Romans 16 8 |
Greet Amplias my beloved in the Lord. |
Lamentations 3 63 |
Behold their sitting down, and their rising up; I am their musick. |
Luke 1 44 |
For, lo, as soon as the voice of thy salutation sounded in mine ears, the babe leaped in my womb for joy. |
Hebrews 12 19 |
And the sound of a trumpet, and the voice of words; which voice they that heard intreated that the word should not be spoken to them any more: |
Song of Solomon 5 9 |
What is thy beloved more than another beloved, O thou fairest among women? what is thy beloved more than another beloved, that thou dost so charge us? |
Daniel 3 10 |
Thou, O king, hast made a decree, that every man that shall hear the sound of the cornet, flute, harp, sackbut, psaltery, and dulcimer, and all kinds of musick, shall fall down and worship the golden image: |
Isaiah 32 9 |
Rise up, ye women that are at ease; hear my voice, ye careless daughters; give ear unto my speech. |
Psalms 81 2 |
Take a psalm, and bring hither the timbrel, the pleasant harp with the psaltery. |
Lamentations 3 56 |
Thou hast heard my voice: hide not thine ear at my breathing, at my cry. |
Romans 16 3 |
Greet Priscilla and Aquila my helpers in Christ Jesus: |
Song of Solomon 6 1 |
Whither is thy beloved gone, O thou fairest among women? whither is thy beloved turned aside? that we may seek him with thee. |
Jeremiah 4 21 |
How long shall I see the standard, and hear the sound of the trumpet? |
Lamentations 5 15 |
The joy of our heart is ceased; our dance is turned into mourning. |
Isaiah 38 20 |
The LORD was ready to save me: therefore we will sing my songs to the stringed instruments all the days of our life in the house of the LORD. |
Job 30 31 |
My harp also is turned to mourning, and my organ into the voice of them that weep. |
Isaiah 24 8 |
The mirth of tabrets ceaseth, the noise of them that rejoice endeth, the joy of the harp ceaseth. |
Song of Solomon 7 6 |
How fair and how pleasant art thou, O love, for delights! |
Psalms 92 3 |
Upon an instrument of ten strings, and upon the psaltery; upon the harp with a solemn sound. |
Song of Solomon 6 3 |
I am my beloved's, and my beloved is mine: he feedeth among the lilies. |
Psalms 47 5 |
God is gone up with a shout, the LORD with the sound of a trumpet. |
Psalms 144 9 |
I will sing a new song unto thee, O God: upon a psaltery and an instrument of ten strings will I sing praises unto thee. |
Song of Solomon 4 10 |
How fair is thy love, my sister, my spouse! how much better is thy love than wine! and the smell of thine ointments than all spices! |
1 Corinthians 13 1 |
Though I speak with the tongues of men and of angels, and have not charity, I am become as sounding brass, or a tinkling cymbal. |
1 Corinthians 15 55 |
O death, where is thy sting? O grave, where is thy victory? |
Proverbs 31 20 |
She stretcheth out her hand to the poor; yea, she reacheth forth her hands to the needy. |
Proverbs 4 6 |
Forsake her not, and she shall preserve thee: love her, and she shall keep thee. |
Psalms 147 7 |
Sing unto the LORD with thanksgiving; sing praise upon the harp unto our God: |
2 Chronicles 5 13 |
It came even to pass, as the trumpeters and singers were as one, to make one sound to be heard in praising and thanking the LORD; and when they lifted up their voice with the trumpets and cymbals and instruments of musick, and praised the LORD, saying, For he is good; for his mercy endureth for ever: that then the house was filled with a cloud, even the house of the LORD; |
Job 21 12 |
They take the timbrel and harp, and rejoice at the sound of the organ. |
Song of Solomon 5 8 |
I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if ye find my beloved, that ye tell him, that I am sick of love. |
Song of Solomon 2 12 |
The flowers appear on the earth; the time of the singing of birds is come, and the voice of the turtle is heard in our land; |
Psalms 140 5 |
The proud have hid a snare for me, and cords; they have spread a net by the wayside; they have set gins for me. Selah. |
Psalms 33 2 |
Praise the LORD with harp: sing unto him with the psaltery and an instrument of ten strings. |
Psalms 55 2 |
Attend unto me, and hear me: I mourn in my complaint, and make a noise; |
Song of Solomon 6 2 |
My beloved is gone down into his garden, to the beds of spices, to feed in the gardens, and to gather lilies. |
Proverbs 5 3 |
For the lips of a strange woman drop as an honeycomb, and her mouth is smoother than oil: |
Isaiah 1 6 |
From the sole of the foot even unto the head there is no soundness in it; but wounds, and bruises, and putrifying sores: they have not been closed, neither bound up, neither mollified with ointment. |
Proverbs 7 12 |
Now is she without, now in the streets, and lieth in wait at every corner. |
Song of Solomon 1 15 |
Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; thou hast doves' eyes. |
Isaiah 40 6 |
The voice said, Cry. And he said, What shall I cry? All flesh is grass, and all the goodliness thereof is as the flower of the field: |
Song of Solomon 6 4 |
Thou art beautiful, O my love, as Tirzah, comely as Jerusalem, terrible as an army with banners. |