Song of Solomon 4:10 - Revised Version with Apocrypha 1895 How fair is thy love, my sister, my bride! How much better is thy love than wine! And the smell of thine ointments than all manner of spices! 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 this that cometh up out of the wilderness like pillars of smoke, Perfumed with myrrh and frankincense, With all powders of the merchant?
Thou hast ravished my heart, my sister, my bride; Thou hast ravished my heart with one of thine eyes, With one chain of thy neck.
I rose up to open to my beloved; And my hands dropped with myrrh, And my fingers with liquid myrrh, Upon the handles of the bolt.
But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, longsuffering, kindness, goodness, faithfulness,
But I have all things, and abound: I am filled, having received from Epaphroditus the things that came from you, an odour of a sweet smell, a sacrifice acceptable, well-pleasing to God.
And when he had taken the book, the four living creatures and the four and twenty elders fell down before the Lamb, having each one a harp, and golden bowls full of incense, which are the prayers of the saints.