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Song of Solomon 7:9 - King James Version with Apocrypha - American Edition

9 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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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

9 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

9 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)

9 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

9 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

9 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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Song of Solomon 7:9
18 Tagairtí Cros  

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


Look not thou upon the wine when it is red, when it giveth his color in the cup, when it moveth itself aright.


O my dove, that art in the clefts of the rock, in the secret places of the stairs, 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 sleep, but my heart waketh: 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, and my locks with the drops of the night.


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


Let no corrupt communication proceed out of your mouth, but that which is good to the use of edifying, that it may minister grace unto the hearers.


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


By him therefore let us offer the sacrifice of praise to God continually, that is, the fruit of our lips, giving thanks to his name.


And I heard a voice from heaven saying unto me, Write, Blessed are the dead which die in the Lord from henceforth: Yea, saith the Spirit, that they may rest from their labors; and their works do follow them.


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