And there came a traveller unto the rich man, and he spared to take of his own flock and of his own herd, to dress for the wayfaring man that was come unto him, but took the poor man's lamb, and dressed it for the man that was come to him.
Proverbs 5:19 - Revised Version 1885 As a loving hind and a pleasant doe, Let her breasts satisfy thee at all times; And be thou ravished always with her love. Tuilleadh leaganachaKing James Version (Oxford) 1769 Let her be as the loving hind and pleasant roe; Let her breasts satisfy thee at all times; And be thou ravished always with her love. Amplified Bible - Classic Edition Let her be as the loving hind and pleasant doe [tender, gentle, attractive]–let her bosom satisfy you at all times, and always be transported with delight in her love. American Standard Version (1901) As a loving hind and a pleasant doe, Let her breasts satisfy thee at all times; And be thou ravished always with her love. Common English Bible She is a lovely deer, a graceful doe. Let her breasts intoxicate you all the time; always be drunk on her love. Catholic Public Domain Version a beloved doe and most pleasing fawn. Let her breasts inebriate you at all times. Be delighted continually by her love. Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version Let her be thy dearest hind, and most agreeable fawn: let her breasts inebriate thee at all times; he thou delighted continually with her love. |
And there came a traveller unto the rich man, and he spared to take of his own flock and of his own herd, to dress for the wayfaring man that was come unto him, but took the poor man's lamb, and dressed it for the man that was come to him.
Drink waters out of thine own cistern, And running waters out of thine own well.
For why shouldest thou, my son, be ravished with a strange woman, And embrace the bosom of a stranger?
Until the day be cool, and the shadows flee away, Turn, my beloved, and be thou like a roe or a young hart Upon the mountains of Bether.
My beloved is like a roe or a young hart: Behold, he standeth behind our wall, He looketh in at the windows, He sheweth himself through the lattice.
Thy two breasts are like two fawns that are twins of a roe, Which feed among the lilies.
Make haste, my beloved, And be thou like to a roe or to a young hart Upon the mountains of spices.