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Song of Solomon 1:16 - New Revised Standard Version Updated Edition 2021

Ah, you are beautiful, my beloved, truly lovely. Our couch is green;

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

Behold, thou art fair, my beloved, Yea, pleasant: Also our bed is green.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

[She cried] Behold, you are beautiful, my beloved [shepherd], yes, delightful! Our arbor and couch are green and leafy.

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American Standard Version (1901)

Behold, thou art fair, my beloved, yea, pleasant: Also our couch is green.

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Common English Bible

Look at you—so beautiful, my love! Yes, delightful! Yes, our bed is lush and green!

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Catholic Public Domain Version

Bride to Chorus: While the king was taking his rest, my aromatic ointment sent forth its odor.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

The beams of our houses are of cedar, our rafters of cypress trees.

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Song of Solomon 1:16
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Your people will offer themselves willingly on the day you lead your forces on the holy mountains. From the womb of the morning, like dew, your youth will come to you.


You are the most handsome of men; grace is poured upon your lips; therefore God has blessed you forever.


Ah, you are beautiful, my love; ah, you are beautiful; your eyes are doves.


As an apple tree among the trees of the wood, so is my beloved among young men. With great delight I sat in his shadow, and his fruit was sweet to my taste.


My beloved is like a gazelle or a young stag. Look, there he stands behind our wall, gazing in at the windows, looking through the lattice.


Look, it is the litter of Solomon! Around it are sixty mighty men of the mighty men of Israel,


I was sleeping, but my heart was awake. The sound of my beloved knocking! “Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my perfect one, for my head is wet with dew, my locks with the drops of the night.”


I arose to open to my beloved, and my hands dripped with myrrh, my fingers with liquid myrrh, upon the handles of the bolt.


How fair and pleasant you are, O loved one, delectable maiden!


For what goodness and beauty are his! Grain shall make the young men flourish, and new wine the young women.