My heart is inditing a good matter: I speak of the things which I have made touching the King: my tongue is the pen of a ready writer.
Song of Solomon 1:12 - King James Version with Apocrypha - American Edition While the King sitteth at his table, my spikenard sendeth forth the smell thereof. Tuilleadh leaganachaKing James Version (Oxford) 1769 While the King sitteth at his table, My spikenard sendeth forth the smell thereof. Amplified Bible - Classic Edition While the king sits at his table [she said], my spikenard [my absent lover] sends forth [his] fragrance [over me]. American Standard Version (1901) While the king sat at his table, My spikenard sent forth its fragrance. Common English Bible With my king close by, my perfume filled the air. Catholic Public Domain Version Groom to Bride: If you yourself do not know, O most beautiful among women, then go out and follow after the steps of the flocks, and pasture your young goats beside the tabernacles of the shepherds. Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version A bundle of myrrh is my beloved to me, he shall abide between my breasts. |
My heart is inditing a good matter: I speak of the things which I have made touching the King: my tongue is the pen of a ready writer.
Thine head upon thee is like Carmel, and the hair of thine head like purple; the King is held in the galleries.
And when the king came in to see the guests, he saw there a man which had not on a wedding garment:
Again, he sent forth other servants, saying, Tell them which are bidden, Behold, I have prepared my dinner: my oxen and my fatlings are killed, and all things are ready: come unto the marriage.
Then shall the King say unto them on his right hand, Come, ye blessed of my Father, inherit the kingdom prepared for you from the foundation of the world:
And being in Bethany, in the house of Simon the leper, as he sat at meat, there came a woman having an alabaster box of ointment of spikenard very precious; and she brake the box, and poured it on his head.
Then took Mary a pound of ointment of spikenard, very costly, and anointed the feet of Jesus, and wiped his feet with her hair: and the house was filled with the odor of the ointment.
But I have all, and abound: I am full, having received of Epaphrodi´tus the things which were sent from you, an odor of a sweet smell, a sacrifice acceptable, well-pleasing to God.
Behold, I stand at the door, and knock: if any man hear my voice, and open the door, I will come in to him, and will sup with him, and he with me.