So he came near and kissed him; and he smelled the smell of his garments, and blessed him, and said, “See, the smell of my son is as the smell of a field which the Lord has blessed!
Song of Solomon 4:11 - Revised Standard Version (RSV-CI) Your lips distil nectar, my bride; honey and milk are under your tongue; the scent of your garments is like the scent of Lebanon. Flere versionerKing James Version (Oxford) 1769 Thy lips, O my spouse, drop as the honeycomb: Honey and milk are under thy tongue; And the smell of thy garments is like the smell of Lebanon. Amplified Bible - Classic Edition Your lips, O my [promised] bride, drop honey as the honeycomb; honey and milk are under your tongue. And the odor of your garments is like the odor of Lebanon. American Standard Version (1901) Thy lips, O my bride, drop as the honeycomb: Honey and milk are under thy tongue; And the smell of thy garments is like the smell of Lebanon. Common English Bible Sweetness drops from your lips, my bride; honey and milk are under your tongue, and the fragrance of your garments is like the fragrance of Lebanon. Catholic Public Domain Version Your lips, my spouse, are a dripping honeycomb; honey and milk are under your tongue. And the fragrance of your garments is like the odor of frankincense. Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version Thy lips, my spouse, are as a dropping honeycomb, honey and milk are under thy tongue; and the smell of thy garments, as the smell of frankincense. |
So he came near and kissed him; and he smelled the smell of his garments, and blessed him, and said, “See, the smell of my son is as the smell of a field which the Lord has blessed!
More to be desired are they than gold, even much fine gold; sweeter also than honey and drippings of the honeycomb.
your robes are all fragrant with myrrh and aloes and cassia. From ivory palaces stringed instruments make you glad;
They are planted in the house of the Lord, they flourish in the courts of our God.
Pleasant words are like a honeycomb, sweetness to the soul and health to the body.
For the lips of a loose woman drip honey, and her speech is smoother than oil;
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!
Your lips are like a scarlet thread, and your mouth is lovely. Your cheeks are like halves of a pomegranate behind your veil.
I come to my garden, my sister, my bride, I gather my myrrh with my spice, I eat my honeycomb with my honey, I drink my wine with my milk. Eat, O friends, and drink: drink deeply, O lovers!
His cheeks are like beds of spices, yielding fragrance. His lips are lilies, distilling liquid myrrh.
and your kisses like the best wine that goes down smoothly, gliding over lips and teeth.
He shall eat curds and honey when he knows how to refuse the evil and choose the good.
Take with you words and return to the Lord; say to him, “Take away all iniquity; accept that which is good and we will render the fruit of our lips.
Through him then let us continually offer up a sacrifice of praise to God, that is, the fruit of lips that acknowledge his name.