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Proverbs 5:19 - Christian Standard Bible Anglicised

19 A loving deer, a graceful doe   – let her breasts always satisfy you; be lost in her love for ever.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

19 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.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

19 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.

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American Standard Version (1901)

19 As a loving hind and a pleasant doe, Let her breasts satisfy thee at all times; And be thou ravished always with her love.

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Common English Bible

19 She is a lovely deer, a graceful doe. Let her breasts intoxicate you all the time; always be drunk on her love.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

19 a beloved doe and most pleasing fawn. Let her breasts inebriate you at all times. Be delighted continually by her love.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

19 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.

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Proverbs 5:19
8 Tagairtí Cros  

Now a traveller came to the rich man, but the rich man could not bring himself to take one of his own sheep or cattle to prepare for the traveller who had come to him. Instead, he took the poor man’s lamb and prepared it for his guest.


Drink water from your own cistern, water flowing from your own well.


Why, my son, would you lose yourself with a forbidden woman or embrace a wayward woman?


Until the day breaks and the shadows flee, turn around, my love, and be like a gazelle or a young stag  on the divided mountains.  ,


My love is like a gazelle or a young stag. See, he is standing behind our wall, gazing through the windows, peering through the lattice.


Your breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle,  that feed among the lilies.


Your breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle.


Run away with me,  my love, and be like a gazelle or a young stag on the mountains of spices.


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