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Song of Solomon 1:16 - King James Version with Apocrypha - American Edition

Behold, thou art fair, my beloved, yea, pleasant: also our bed is green.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

Behold, thou art fair, my beloved, Yea, pleasant: Also our bed is green.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

[She cried] Behold, you are beautiful, my beloved [shepherd], yes, delightful! Our arbor and couch are green and leafy.

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American Standard Version (1901)

Behold, thou art fair, my beloved, yea, pleasant: Also our couch is green.

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Common English Bible

Look at you—so beautiful, my love! Yes, delightful! Yes, our bed is lush and green!

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Catholic Public Domain Version

Bride to Chorus: While the king was taking his rest, my aromatic ointment sent forth its odor.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

The beams of our houses are of cedar, our rafters of cypress trees.

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Song of Solomon 1:16
13 Tagairtí Cros  

Thy people shall be willing in the day of thy power, in the beauties of holiness from the womb of the morning: thou hast the dew of thy youth.


Thou art fairer than the children of men: grace is poured into thy lips: therefore God hath blessed thee for ever.


Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; thou hast doves' eyes.


As the apple tree among the trees of the wood, so is my beloved among the sons. I sat down under his shadow with great delight, and his fruit was sweet to my taste.


My beloved is like a roe or a young hart: behold, he standeth behind our wall, he looketh forth at the windows, showing himself through the lattice.


Behold his bed, which is Solomon's; threescore valiant men are about it, of the valiant of Israel.


I sleep, but my heart waketh: it is the voice of my beloved that knocketh, saying, Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled: for my head is filled with dew, and my locks with the drops of the night.


I rose up to open to my beloved; and my hands dropped with myrrh, and my fingers with sweet smelling myrrh, upon the handles of the lock.


How fair and how pleasant art thou, O love, for delights!


For how great is his goodness, and how great is his beauty! corn shall make the young men cheerful, and new wine the maids.