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Song of Solomon 1:16 - Revised Version with Apocrypha 1895

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

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

16 Behold, thou art fair, my beloved, Yea, pleasant: Also our bed is green.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

16 [She cried] Behold, you are beautiful, my beloved [shepherd], yes, delightful! Our arbor and couch are green and leafy.

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American Standard Version (1901)

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

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Common English Bible

16 Look at you—so beautiful, my love! Yes, delightful! Yes, our bed is lush and green!

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Catholic Public Domain Version

16 Bride to Chorus: While the king was taking his rest, my aromatic ointment sent forth its odor.

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Song of Solomon 1:16
13 Tagairtí Cros  

Thy people offer themselves willingly in the day of thy power: In the beauties of holiness, from the womb of the morning, Thou hast the dew of thy youth.


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


Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; Thine eyes are as doves.


As the apple tree among the trees of the wood, So is my beloved among the sons. I sat down under his shadow with great delight, And his fruit was sweet to my taste.


My beloved is like a roe or a young hart: Behold, he standeth behind our wall, He looketh in at the windows, He sheweth himself through the lattice.


Behold, it is the litter of Solomon; Threescore mighty men are about it, Of the mighty men of Israel.


I was asleep, but my heart waked: It is the voice of my beloved that knocketh, saying, Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled: For my head is filled with dew, My locks with the drops of the night.


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.


How fair and how pleasant art thou, O love, for delights!


For how great is his goodness, and how great is his beauty! corn shall make the young men flourish, and new wine the maids.


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