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Song of Solomon 7:9 - Revised Version with Apocrypha 1895

And thy mouth like the best wine, That goeth down smoothly for my beloved, Gliding through the lips of those that are asleep.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

And the roof of thy mouth like the best wine For my beloved, that goeth down sweetly, Causing the lips of those that are asleep to speak.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

And your kisses like the best wine–[then the Shulammite interrupted] that goes down smoothly and sweetly for my beloved [shepherd, kisses] gliding over his lips while he sleeps!

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American Standard Version (1901)

And thy mouth like the best wine, That goeth down smoothly for my beloved, Gliding through the lips of those that are asleep.

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Common English Bible

Your palate is like excellent wine … … flowing smoothly for my love, gliding through the lips and teeth.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

Groom: I said, I will ascend to the palm tree, and take hold of its fruit. And your breasts will be like clusters of grapes on the vine. And the fragrance of your mouth will be like apples.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

Thy throat like the best wine, worthy for my beloved to drink, and for his lips and his teeth to ruminate.

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Song of Solomon 7:9
18 Tagairtí Cros  

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


Look not thou upon the wine when it is red, When it giveth its colour in the cup, When it goeth down smoothly:


O my dove, that art in the clefts of the rock, in the covert of the steep place, Let me see thy countenance, let me hear thy voice: For sweet is thy voice, and thy countenance is comely.


His mouth is most sweet: Yea, he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, and this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.


I was asleep, but my heart waked: 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, My locks with the drops of the night.


And this, knowing the season, that now it is high time for you to awake out of sleep: for now is salvation nearer to us than when we first believed.


Let no corrupt speech proceed out of your mouth, but such as is good for edifying as the need may be, that it may give grace to them that hear.


Let your speech be always with grace, seasoned with salt, that ye may know how ye ought to answer each one.


Through him then let us offer up a sacrifice of praise to God continually, that is, the fruit of lips which make confession to his name.


And I heard a voice from heaven saying, Write, Blessed are the dead which die in the Lord from henceforth: yea, saith the Spirit, that they may rest from their labours; for their works follow with them.