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Proverbs 16:24 - Hebrew Names version (HNV)

24 Pleasant words are a honeycomb, 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 your promises to my taste, more than honey to my mouth!


More to be desired are they than gold, yes, than much fine gold; sweeter also than honey and the extract of the honeycomb.


There is one who speaks rashly like the piercing of a sword, but the tongue of the wise heals.


Joy comes to a man with the reply of his mouth. How good is a word at the right time!


The LORD detests the thoughts of the wicked, but the thoughts of the pure are pleasing.


A cheerful heart makes good medicine, but a crushed spirit dries up the bones.


yes, my heart will rejoice, when your lips speak what is right.


Perfume and incense bring joy to the heart; so does earnest counsel from a man's friend.


It will be health to your body, and nourishment to your bones.


For they are life to those who find them, and health to their whole body.


The Preacher sought to find out acceptable words, and that which was written blamelessly, words of truth.


Your lips, my bride, drip like the honeycomb. Honey and milk are under your tongue. The smell of your garments is like the smell of Levanon.


Your words were found, and I ate them; and your words were to me a joy and the rejoicing of my heart: for I am called by your name, the LORD, God Tzeva'ot.


My doctrine shall drop as the rain. My speech shall condense as the dew, as the small rain on the tender grass, as the showers on the herb.


I took the little book out of the angel's hand, and ate it up. It was as sweet as honey in my mouth. When I had eaten it, my stomach was made bitter.


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