Pleasant words are like a honeycomb, Sweet to the being, and healing to the bones.
Song of Solomon 7:9 - The Scriptures 2009 And your palate like the best wine, Going down smoothly for my beloved, Flowing gently, slumbering lips. Dugang nga mga bersyonKing James Version (Oxford) 1769 And the roof of thy mouth like the best wine For my beloved, that goeth down sweetly, Causing the lips of those that are asleep to speak. Amplified Bible - Classic Edition And your kisses like the best wine–[then the Shulammite interrupted] that goes down smoothly and sweetly for my beloved [shepherd, kisses] gliding over his lips while he sleeps! American Standard Version (1901) And thy mouth like the best wine, That goeth down smoothly for my beloved, Gliding through the lips of those that are asleep. Common English Bible Your palate is like excellent wine … … flowing smoothly for my love, gliding through the lips and teeth. Catholic Public Domain Version Groom: I said, I will ascend to the palm tree, and take hold of its fruit. And your breasts will be like clusters of grapes on the vine. And the fragrance of your mouth will be like apples. Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version Thy throat like the best wine, worthy for my beloved to drink, and for his lips and his teeth to ruminate. |
Pleasant words are like a honeycomb, Sweet to the being, and healing to the bones.
Do not look on the wine when it is red, When it gives its colour in the cup, As it flows smoothly;
“O my dove, in the clefts of the rock, In the covering of the cliff, Let me see your appearance, Let me hear your voice; For your voice is sweet, And your appearance is lovely.”
His mouth is most sweet, And he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, and this is my friend, O daughters of Yerushalayim!
I was sleeping, But my heart was awake – the voice of my beloved! He knocks, “Open for me, my sister, My love, my dove, my perfect one; For my head is drenched with dew, My locks with the drops of the night.”
And do this, knowing the time, that it is already the hour for us to wake up from sleep, for now our deliverance is nearer than when we did believe.
Let no corrupt word come out of your mouth, but only such as is good for the use of building up, so as to impart what is pleasant to the hearers.
Let your word always be with favour, seasoned with salt, so that you know how you ought to answer each one.
Through Him then, let us continually offer up a slaughter offering of praise to Elohim, that is, the fruit of our lips, giving thanks to His Name.
And I heard a voice out of the heaven saying to me, “Write, ‘Blessed are the dead who die in the Master from now on.’ ” “Yes,” says the Spirit, “in order that they rest from their labours, and their works follow with them.”