Genesis 24:16 - Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

¹⁶ An exceedingly comely maid, and a most beautiful virgin, and not known to man: and she went down to the spring, and filled her pitcher and was coming back.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

¹⁶ And the damsel was very fair to look upon, a virgin, neither had any man known her: and she went down to the well, and filled her pitcher, and came up.

Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

¹⁶ And the girl was very beautiful and attractive, chaste and modest, and unmarried. And she went down to the well, filled her water jar, and came up.

American Standard Version (1901)

¹⁶ And the damsel was very fair to look upon, a virgin, neither had any man known her: and she went down to the fountain, and filled her pitcher, and came up.

Common English Bible

¹⁶ The young woman was very beautiful, old enough to be married, and hadn’t known a man intimately. She went down to the spring, filled her water jar, and came back up.

Catholic Public Domain Version

¹⁶ She was an exceedingly elegant girl, and a most beautiful virgin, and unknown by man. And she descended to the spring, and she filled her pitcher, and then was returning.

Genesis 24:16 Cross References

Genesis 12:11

And when he was near to enter into Egypt, he said to Sarai his wife: I know that thou art a beautiful woman:

Genesis 26:7

And when he was asked by the men of that place, concerning his wife, he answered: She is my sister. For he was afraid to confess that she was his wife, thinking lest perhaps they would like him because of her beauty.

Genesis 29:17

But Lia was blear eyed: Rachel was well favoured, and of a beautiful countenance.

Genesis 39:6

Neither knew he any other thing, but the bread which he ate. And Joseph was of a beautiful countenance, and comely to behold.

Genesis 4:1

And Adam knew Eve his wife: who conceived and brought forth Cain, saying: I have gotten a man through God.

Song of Solomon 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.