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Proverbs 16:24 - Revised Standard Version

24 Pleasant words are like a honeycomb, sweetness to the soul and health to the body.

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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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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

24 Well ordered words are as a honeycomb: sweet to the soul, and health to the bones.

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Proverbs 16:24
18 Tagairtí Cros  

How sweet are thy words to my taste, sweeter than honey to my mouth!


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


There is one whose rash words are like sword thrusts, but the tongue of the wise brings healing.


To make an apt answer is a joy to a man, and a word in season, how good it is!


The thoughts of the wicked are an abomination to the Lord, the words of the pure are pleasing to him.


A cheerful heart is a good medicine, but a downcast spirit dries up the bones.


My soul will rejoice when your lips speak what is right.


Oil and perfume make the heart glad, but the soul is torn by trouble.


It will be healing to your flesh and refreshment to your bones.


For they are life to him who finds them, and healing to all his flesh.


The Preacher sought to find pleasing words, and uprightly he wrote words of truth.


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


Thy words were found, and I ate them, and thy words became to me a joy and the delight of my heart; for I am called by thy name, O Lord, God of hosts.


May my teaching drop as the rain, my speech distil as the dew, as the gentle rain upon the tender grass, and as the showers upon the herb.


And I took the little scroll from the hand of the angel and ate it; it was sweet as honey in my mouth, but when I had eaten it my stomach was made bitter.


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