How sweet are thy words unto my taste! Yea, sweeter than honey to my mouth!
Proverbs 16:24 - Revised Version 1885 Pleasant words are as an honeycomb, Sweet to the soul, and health to the bones. Tuilleadh leaganachaKing James Version (Oxford) 1769 Pleasant words are as an honeycomb, Sweet to the soul, and health to the bones. Amplified Bible - Classic Edition Pleasant words are as a honeycomb, sweet to the mind and healing to the body. American Standard Version (1901) Pleasant words are as a honeycomb, Sweet to the soul, and health to the bones. Common English Bible Pleasant words are flowing honey, sweet to the taste and healing to the bones. Catholic Public Domain Version Careful words are a honeycomb: sweet to the soul and healthful to the bones. Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version Well ordered words are as a honeycomb: sweet to the soul, and health to the bones. |
How sweet are thy words unto my taste! Yea, sweeter than honey to my mouth!
More to be desired are they than gold, yea, than much fine gold: Sweeter also than honey and the honeycomb.
There is that speaketh rashly like the piercings of a sword: But the tongue of the wise is health.
A man hath joy in the answer of his mouth: And a word in due season, how good is it!
Evil devices are an abomination to the LORD: But pleasant words are pure.
A merry heart is a good medicine: But a broken spirit drieth up the bones.
Ointment and perfume rejoice the heart: So doth the sweetness of a man's friend that cometh of hearty counsel.
For they are life unto those that find them, And health to all their flesh.
The Preacher sought to find out acceptable words, and that which was written uprightly, even words of truth.
Thy lips, O my bride, drop as the honeycomb: Honey and milk are under thy tongue; And the smell of thy garments is like the smell of Lebanon.
Thy words were found, and I did eat them; and thy words were unto me a joy and the rejoicing of mine heart: for I am called by thy name, O LORD God of hosts.
My doctrine shall drop as the rain, My speech shall distil as the dew; As the small rain upon the tender grass, And as the showers upon the herb:
And I took the little book out of the angel's hand, and ate it up; and it was in my mouth sweet as honey: and when I had eaten it, my belly was made bitter.