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Song of Solomon 5:13 - Revised Version 1885

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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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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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

13 His cheeks are as beds of aromatical spices set by the perfumers. His lips are as lilies dropping choice myrrh.

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Song of Solomon 5:13
16 Tagairtí Cros  

One thing have I asked of the LORD, that will I seek after; That I may dwell 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.


Thou art fairer than the children of men; Grace is poured into thy lips: Therefore God hath blessed thee for ever.


Gird thy sword upon thy thigh, O mighty one, Thy glory and thy majesty.


Blessed is the people that know the joyful sound: They walk, O LORD, in the light of thy countenance.


Thy cheeks are comely with plaits of hair, Thy neck with strings of jewels.


Behold, thou art fair, my beloved, yea, pleasant: Also our couch is green.


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


Who is this that cometh up out of the wilderness like pillars of smoke, Perfumed with myrrh and frankincense, With all powders of the merchant?


Thy lips, O my bride, drop as the honeycomb: Honey and milk are under thy tongue; And the smell of thy garments is like the smell of Lebanon.


I rose up to open to my beloved; And my hands dropped with myrrh, And my fingers with liquid myrrh, Upon the handles of the bolt.


My beloved is gone down to his garden, to the beds of spices, To feed in the gardens, and to gather lilies.


The Lord GODhath given me the tongue of them that are taught, that I should know how to sustain with words him that is weary: he wakeneth morning by morning, he wakeneth mine ear to hear as they that are taught.


I gave my back to the smiters, and my cheeks to them that plucked off the hair: I hid not my face from shame and spitting.


And all bare him witness, and wondered at the words of grace which proceeded out of his mouth: and they said, Is not this Joseph's son?


And the city hath no need of the sun, neither of the moon, to shine upon it: for the glory of God did lighten it, and the lamp thereof is the Lamb.


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