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Song of Solomon 4:11

Hebrew Names version (HNV)

Your lips, my bride, drip like the honeycomb. Honey and milk are under your tongue. The smell of your garments is like the smell of Levanon.

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He came near, and kissed him. He smelled the smell of his clothing, and blessed him, and said, *Behold, 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, yes, than much fine gold; sweeter also than honey and the extract of the honeycomb.

All your garments smell like myrrh, aloes, and cassia. Out of ivory palaces stringed instruments have made you glad.

They are planted in the LORD's house. They will flourish in our God's courts.

Pleasant words are a honeycomb, sweet to the soul, and health to the bones.

that you may maintain discretion, that your lips may preserve knowledge.

For the lips of an adulteress drip honey. Her mouth is smoother than oil,

How beautiful is your love, my sister, my bride! How much better is your love than wine! The fragrance of your perfumes than all manner of spices!

Your lips are like scarlet thread. Your mouth is lovely. Your temples are like a piece of a pomegranate behind your veil.

I have come into my garden, my sister, my bride. I have gathered my myrrh with my spice; I have eaten my honeycomb with my honey; I have drunk my wine with my milk. Friends Eat, friends! Drink, yes, drink abundantly, beloved. Beloved

His cheeks are like a bed of spices with towers of perfumes. His lips are like lilies, dropping liquid myrrh.

Your mouth like the best wine, that goes down smoothly for my beloved, gliding through the lips of those who are asleep.

He shall eat butter and honey when he knows to refuse the evil, and choose the good.

Take words with you, and return to the LORD. Tell him, *Forgive all our sins, and accept that which is good: so we offer our lips like bulls.

Through him, then, let us offer up a sacrifice of praise to God continually, that is, the fruit of lips which make confession to his name.




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