Song of Solomon 1:12 - Revised Version with Apocrypha 189512 While the king sat at his table, My spikenard sent forth its fragrance. Féach an chaibidilTuilleadh leaganachaKing James Version (Oxford) 176912 While the King sitteth at his table, My spikenard sendeth forth the smell thereof. Féach an chaibidilAmplified Bible - Classic Edition12 While the king sits at his table [she said], my spikenard [my absent lover] sends forth [his] fragrance [over me]. Féach an chaibidilAmerican Standard Version (1901)12 While the king sat at his table, My spikenard sent forth its fragrance. Féach an chaibidilCommon English Bible12 With my king close by, my perfume filled the air. Féach an chaibidilCatholic Public Domain Version12 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. Féach an chaibidil |