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Proverbs 16:24 - Christian Standard Bible Anglicised

Pleasant words are a honeycomb: sweet to the taste  and health to the body.  ,

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

Pleasant words are as an honeycomb, Sweet to the soul, and health to the bones.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

Pleasant words are as a honeycomb, sweet to the mind and healing to the body.

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American Standard Version (1901)

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

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Common English Bible

Pleasant words are flowing honey, sweet to the taste and healing to the bones.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

Careful words are a honeycomb: sweet to the soul and healthful to the bones.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

Well ordered words are as a honeycomb: sweet to the soul, and health to the bones.

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Proverbs 16:24
18 Tagairtí Cros  

There is one who speaks rashly, like a piercing sword; but the tongue of the wise brings healing.


A person takes joy in giving an answer; and a timely word #– #how good that is!


The Lord detests the plans of the one who is evil, but pleasant words are pure.


A joyful heart is good medicine, but a broken spirit dries up the bones.


My innermost being will celebrate when your lips say what is right.


Oil  and incense bring joy to the heart, and the sweetness of a friend is better than self-counsel.


This will be healing for your body  , and strengthening for your bones.


For they are life to those who find them, and health to one’s whole body.


The Teacher sought to find delightful sayings and write words of truth accurately.


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


Your words were found, and I ate them. Your words became a delight to me and the joy of my heart, for I bear your name, Lord God of Armies.


Let my teaching fall like rain and my word settle like dew, like gentle rain on new grass and showers on tender plants.


Then I took the little scroll from the angel’s hand and ate it. It was as sweet as honey in my mouth, but when I ate it, my stomach became bitter.