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Proverbs 16:24 - American Standard Version 2015

24 Pleasant words are {\i as} a honeycomb,\par\tab Sweet to the soul, and health to the bones.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

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

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

24 Pleasant words are as a honeycomb, sweet to the mind and healing to the body.

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American Standard Version (1901)

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

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Common English Bible

24 Pleasant words are flowing honey, sweet to the taste and healing to the bones.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

24 Careful words are a honeycomb: sweet to the soul and healthful to the bones.

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Proverbs 16:24
18 Tagairtí Cros  

How sweet are thy words unto my taste!\par\tab {\i Yea, sweeter} than honey to my mouth!


More to be desired are they than gold, yea, than much fine gold;\par\tab Sweeter also than honey and the droppings of the honeycomb.


There is that speaketh rashly like the piercings of a sword;\par\tab But the tongue of the wise is health.


A man hath joy in the answer of his mouth;\par\tab And a word in due season, how good is it!


Evil devices are an abomination to Jehovah;\par\tab But pleasant words {\i are} pure.


A cheerful heart is a good medicine;\par\tab But a broken spirit drieth up the bones.


Yea, my heart will rejoice,\par\tab When thy lips speak right things.


Oil and perfume rejoice the heart;\par\tab So doth the sweetness of a man's friend {\i that cometh} of hearty counsel.


It will be health to thy navel,\par\tab And marrow to thy bones.


For they are life unto those that find them,\par\tab And health to all their flesh.


The Preacher sought to find out acceptable words, and that which was written uprightly, {\i even} words of truth.\par


Thy lips, O {\i my} bride, drop {\i as} the honeycomb:\par\tab Honey and milk are under thy tongue;\par\tab 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 my heart: for I am called by thy name, O Jehovah, 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.


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