Song of Solomon 4:10 - New Revised Standard Version Updated Edition 2021 How sweet is your love, my sister, my bride! How much better is your love than wine and the fragrance of your oils than any spice! Flere versionerKing James Version (Oxford) 1769 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! Amplified Bible - Classic Edition How beautiful is your love, my sister, my [promised] bride! How much better is your love than wine! And the fragrance of your ointments than all spices! [John 15:9; Rom. 8:35.] American Standard Version (1901) How fair is thy love, my sister, my bride! How much better is thy love than wine! And the fragrance of thine oils than all manner of spices! Common English Bible How beautiful is your loving, my sister, my bride! Your loving is so much better than wine, and your fragrance better than any perfume! Catholic Public Domain Version How beautiful are your breasts, my sister, my spouse! Your breasts are more beautiful than wine, and the fragrance of your ointments is above all aromatic oils. Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version How beautiful are thy breasts, my sister, my spouse! thy breasts are more beautiful than wine, and the sweet smell of thy ointments above all aromatical spices. |
Who is that coming up from the wilderness like a column of smoke, perfumed with myrrh and frankincense, with all the fragrant powders of the merchant?
You have ravished my heart, my sister, my bride; you have ravished my heart with a glance of your eyes, with one jewel of your necklace.
I arose to open to my beloved, and my hands dripped with myrrh, my fingers with liquid myrrh, upon the handles of the bolt.
By contrast, the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, generosity, faithfulness,
I have been paid in full and have more than enough; I am fully satisfied, now that I have received from Epaphroditus the gifts you sent, a fragrant offering, a sacrifice acceptable and pleasing to God.
When he had taken the scroll, the four living creatures and the twenty-four elders fell before the Lamb, each holding a harp and golden bowls full of incense, which are the prayers of the saints.