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Song of Solomon 4:10 - Revised Standard Version

10 How sweet is your love, my sister, my bride! how much better is your love than wine, and the fragrance of your oils than any spice!

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

10 How fair is thy love, my sister, my spouse! How much better is thy love than wine! And the smell of thine ointments than all spices!

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

10 How beautiful is your love, my sister, my [promised] bride! How much better is your love than wine! And the fragrance of your ointments than all spices! [John 15:9; Rom. 8:35.]

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American Standard Version (1901)

10 How fair is thy love, my sister, my bride! How much better is thy love than wine! And the fragrance of thine oils than all manner of spices!

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Common English Bible

10 How beautiful is your loving, my sister, my bride! Your loving is so much better than wine, and your fragrance better than any perfume!

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Catholic Public Domain Version

10 How beautiful are your breasts, my sister, my spouse! Your breasts are more beautiful than wine, and the fragrance of your ointments is above all aromatic oils.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

10 How beautiful are thy breasts, my sister, my spouse! thy breasts are more beautiful than wine, and the sweet smell of thy ointments above all aromatical spices.

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Song of Solomon 4:10
10 Tagairtí Cros  

While the king was on his couch, my nard gave forth its fragrance.


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?


You have ravished my heart, my sister, my bride, you have ravished my heart with a glance of your eyes, with one jewel of your necklace.


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


How fair and pleasant you are, O loved one, delectable maiden!


But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness,


I have received full payment, and more; I am filled, having received from Epaphroditus the gifts you sent, a fragrant offering, a sacrifice acceptable and pleasing to God.


And when he had taken the scroll, the four living creatures and the twenty-four elders fell down before the Lamb, each holding a harp, and with golden bowls full of incense, which are the prayers of the saints;


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