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Song of Solomon 1:12 - Revised Version with Apocrypha 1895

12 While the king sat at his table, My spikenard sent forth its fragrance.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

12 While the King sitteth at his table, My spikenard sendeth forth the smell thereof.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

12 While the king sits at his table [she said], my spikenard [my absent lover] sends forth [his] fragrance [over me].

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American Standard Version (1901)

12 While the king sat at his table, My spikenard sent forth its fragrance.

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Common English Bible

12 With my king close by, my perfume filled the air.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

12 Groom to Bride: If you yourself do not know, O most beautiful among women, then go out and follow after the steps of the flocks, and pasture your young goats beside the tabernacles of the shepherds.

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Song of Solomon 1:12
14 Tagairtí Cros  

My heart overfloweth with a goodly matter: I speak the things which I have made touching the king: My tongue is the pen of a ready writer.


We will make thee plaits of gold With studs of silver.


Thine head upon thee is like Carmel, And the hair of thine head like purple; The king is held captive in the tresses thereof.


But when the king came in to behold the guests, he saw there a man which had not on a wedding-garment:


Again he sent forth other servants, saying, Tell them that are bidden, Behold, I have made ready my dinner: my oxen and my fatlings are killed, and all things are ready: come to the marriage feast.


Then shall the King say unto them on his right hand, Come, ye blessed of my Father, inherit the kingdom prepared for you from the foundation of the world:


And while he was in Bethany in the house of Simon the leper, as he sat at meat, there came a woman having an alabaster cruse of ointment of spikenard very costly; and she brake the cruse, and poured it over his head.


Mary therefore took a pound of ointment of spikenard, very precious, and anointed the feet of Jesus, and wiped his feet with her hair: and the house was filled with the odour of the ointment.


But I have all things, and abound: I am filled, having received from Epaphroditus the things that came from you, an odour of a sweet smell, a sacrifice acceptable, well-pleasing to God.


Behold, I stand at the door and knock: if any man hear my voice and open the door, I will come in to him, and will sup with him, and he with me.


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