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Song of Solomon 1:16 - Tree of Life Version

16 How handsome you are, my lover! Oh, so delightful! Yes, our couch is luxuriant.

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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  

Your people will be a freewill offering in a day of your power. In holy splendors, from dawn’s womb, yours is the dew of your youth.


My heart is stirred with a good word. I speak my verses to the king. My tongue is the pen of a skillful writer.


How lovely you are, my darling, how lovely! Your eyes are doves.


Like an apple tree among the trees of the forest, so is my lover among the sons. In his shadow I delighted to sit, and his fruit was sweet to my taste.


My lover is like a gazelle or a young buck among the stags. Look! He is standing behind our wall— gazing through the windows, peering through the lattice.


Behold, it is Solomon’s traveling couch— around it are sixty warriors from the warriors of Israel.


I sleep, but my heart is awake. A voice! My lover is knocking! “Open to me, my sister, my darling, my dove, my perfect one! For my head is drenched with dew, my locks with dewdrops of night.”


I rose to open for my lover. My hands dripped with myrrh, yes, my fingers with flowing myrrh, on the handles of the lock.


Your head crowns you like Carmel, and the hair of your head like purple. The king is captivated in its tresses!


How good and beautiful it will be! Grain will make the young men thrive and new wine the virgin women.”


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