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Song of Solomon 4:2 - Revised Standard Version

2 Your teeth are like a flock of shorn ewes that have come up from the washing, all of which bear twins, and not one among them is bereaved.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

2 Thy teeth are like a flock of sheep that are even shorn, Which came up from the washing; Whereof every one bear twins, And none is barren among them.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

2 Your teeth are like a flock of shorn ewes which have come up from the washing, of which all are in pairs, and none is missing among them.

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American Standard Version (1901)

2 Thy teeth are like a flock of ewes that are newly shorn, Which are come up from the washing, Whereof every one hath twins, And none is bereaved among them.

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Common English Bible

2 Your teeth are like newly shorn ewes as they come up from the washing pool— all of them perfectly matched, not one of them lacks its twin.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

2 Your teeth are like flocks of shorn sheep, which ascend from the washing, each one with its identical twin, and not one among them is barren.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

2 Thy teeth as flocks of sheep, that are shorn which come up from the washing, all with twins, and there is none barren among them.

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Song of Solomon 4:2
10 Tagairtí Cros  

None shall cast her young or be barren in your land; I will fulfil the number of your days.


Behold, you are beautiful, my love, behold, you are beautiful! Your eyes are doves behind your veil. Your hair is like a flock of goats, moving down the slopes of Gilead.


Your lips are like a scarlet thread, and your mouth is lovely. Your cheeks are like halves of a pomegranate behind your veil.


Your teeth are like a flock of ewes, that have come up from the washing, all of them bear twins, not one among them is bereaved.


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.


If you abide in me, and my words abide in you, ask whatever you will, and it shall be done for you.


And we also thank God constantly for this, that when you received the word of God which you heard from us, you accepted it not as the word of men but as what it really is, the word of God, which is at work in you believers.


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