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Song of Solomon 5:13 - New Revised Standard Version Catholic Interconfessional

13 His cheeks are like beds of spices, yielding fragrance. His lips are lilies, distilling liquid myrrh.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

13 His cheeks are as a bed of spices, as sweet flowers: His lips like lilies, dropping sweet smelling myrrh.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

13 His cheeks are like a bed of spices or balsam, like banks of sweet herbs yielding fragrance. His lips are like bloodred anemones or lilies distilling liquid [sweet-scented] myrrh.

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American Standard Version (1901)

13 His cheeks are as a bed of spices, As banks of sweet herbs: His lips are as lilies, dropping liquid myrrh.

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Common English Bible

13 His cheeks are like fragrant plantings, towers of spices. His lips are lilies dripping liquid myrrh.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

13 His head is like the finest gold. His locks are like the heights of palm trees, and as black as a raven.

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Song of Solomon 5:13
16 Tagairtí Cros  

One thing I asked of the Lord, that will I seek after: to live in the house of the Lord all the days of my life, to behold the beauty of the Lord, and to inquire in his temple.


You are the most handsome of men; grace is poured upon your lips; therefore God has blessed you forever.


Gird your sword on your thigh, O mighty one, in your glory and majesty.


Happy are the people who know the festal shout, who walk, O Lord, in the light of your countenance;


Your cheeks are comely with ornaments, your neck with strings of jewels.


Ah, you are beautiful, my beloved, truly lovely. Our couch is green;


I am a rose of Sharon, a lily of the valleys.


What is that coming up from the wilderness, like a column of smoke, perfumed with myrrh and frankincense, with all the fragrant powders of the merchant?


Your lips distill nectar, my bride; honey and milk are under your tongue; the scent of your garments is like the scent of Lebanon.


I arose to open to my beloved, and my hands dripped with myrrh, my fingers with liquid myrrh, upon the handles of the bolt.


My beloved has gone down to his garden, to the beds of spices, to pasture his flock in the gardens, and to gather lilies.


The Lord God has given me the tongue of a teacher, that I may know how to sustain the weary with a word. Morning by morning he wakens— wakens my ear to listen as those who are taught.


I gave my back to those who struck me, and my cheeks to those who pulled out the beard; I did not hide my face from insult and spitting.


All spoke well of him and were amazed at the gracious words that came from his mouth. They said, “Is not this Joseph's son?”


And the city has no need of sun or moon to shine on it, for the glory of God is its light, and its lamp is the Lamb.


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