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Proverbs 16:24 - Tree of Life Version

24 Pleasant words are honeycomb— sweet to the soul and healing to the bones.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

24 Pleasant words are as an honeycomb, Sweet to the soul, and health to the bones.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

24 Pleasant words are as a honeycomb, sweet to the mind and healing to the body.

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American Standard Version (1901)

24 Pleasant words are as a honeycomb, Sweet to the soul, and health to the bones.

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Common English Bible

24 Pleasant words are flowing honey, sweet to the taste and healing to the bones.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

24 Careful words are a honeycomb: sweet to the soul and healthful to the bones.

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Proverbs 16:24
18 Tagairtí Cros  

How sweet is Your word to my taste— yes, sweeter than honey to my mouth!


The fear of Adonai is clean, enduring forever. The judgments of Adonai are true and altogether righteous.


Reckless speech is like the thrusts of a sword, but the tongue of the wise brings healing.


A person has joy in an appropriate answer— how good is a timely word.


Evil thoughts are an abomination to Adonai, but pleasant words are pure.


A cheerful heart is good medicine, but a crushed spirit dries up the bones.


Yes, my inmost being will rejoice when your lips speak what is right.


As ointment and perfume gladden the heart, so the sweetness of one’s friend comes from his sincere counsel.


It will be healing to your body and refreshment to your bones.


For they are life to those who find them and health to their whole body.


Kohelet searched to find delightful words and truthful, accurate sayings.


Your lips, my bride, drip honey from the honeycomb. Honey and milk are under your tongue. The scent of your garments is like the aroma of Lebanon.


Your words were found, so I ate them. Your words were a delight to me and the joy of my heart. For I am called by Your Name, Adonai-Elohei-Tzva’ot.


May my teaching trickle like rain, my speech distill like dew— like gentle rain on new grass, like showers on tender plants.


So I took the little scroll from the angel’s hand and ate it. It was sweet as honey in my mouth; but when I had swallowed it, my stomach was made bitter.


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