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Song of Solomon 4:10 - Tree of Life Version

10 How delightful is your love, my sister, my bride! How much better is your love than wine, and the fragrance of your oils better than all spices!

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

10 How fair is thy love, my sister, my spouse! How much better is thy love than wine! And the smell of thine ointments than all spices!

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

10 How beautiful is your love, my sister, my [promised] bride! How much better is your love than wine! And the fragrance of your ointments than all spices! [John 15:9; Rom. 8:35.]

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American Standard Version (1901)

10 How fair is thy love, my sister, my bride! How much better is thy love than wine! And the fragrance of thine oils than all manner of spices!

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Common English Bible

10 How beautiful is your loving, my sister, my bride! Your loving is so much better than wine, and your fragrance better than any perfume!

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Catholic Public Domain Version

10 How beautiful are your breasts, my sister, my spouse! Your breasts are more beautiful than wine, and the fragrance of your ointments is above all aromatic oils.

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Song of Solomon 4:10
10 Tagairtí Cros  

While the king is on his couch, my nard spreads its fragrance.


Who is this—she who is coming up from the wilderness like columns of smoke, perfumed with myrrh and frankincense, with every powder of the merchant?


You have captivated my heart, my sister, my bride— you captivated me with one of your eyes, with one jewel from your necklace.


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!


But the fruit of the Ruach is love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness,


But I have received everything and have more than enough. I am amply supplied, having received from Epaphroditus what you sent—a fragrant aroma, an acceptable sacrifice, pleasing to God.


When He had taken the scroll, the four living creatures and the twenty-four elders fell down before the Lamb, each holding a harp and golden bowls full of incense—which are the prayers of the kedoshim.


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