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Song of Solomon 4:11 - Tree of Life Version

11 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.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

11 Thy lips, O my spouse, drop as the honeycomb: Honey and milk are under thy tongue; And the smell of thy garments is like the smell of Lebanon.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

11 Your lips, O my [promised] bride, drop honey as the honeycomb; honey and milk are under your tongue. And the odor of your garments is like the odor of Lebanon.

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American Standard Version (1901)

11 Thy lips, O my bride, drop as the honeycomb: Honey and milk are under thy tongue; And the smell of thy garments is like the smell of Lebanon.

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Common English Bible

11 Sweetness drops from your lips, my bride; honey and milk are under your tongue, and the fragrance of your garments is like the fragrance of Lebanon.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

11 Your lips, my spouse, are a dripping honeycomb; honey and milk are under your tongue. And the fragrance of your garments is like the odor of frankincense.

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Song of Solomon 4:11
19 Tagairtí Cros  

So he came closer and kissed him. When he smelled the smell of his clothes, he blessed him and said, “Behold, the smell of my son is like the smell of a field that Adonai has blessed.


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


You have loved righteousness and hated wickedness. Therefore, God, your God, anointed you with the oil of gladness above your companions.


The righteous will flourish like a palm tree. He will grow like a cedar in Lebanon.


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


that you may maintain discretion and your lips may preserve knowledge.


For a seducing woman’s lips drip honey and her mouth is smoother than oil.


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!


Your lips are like a scarlet thread and your speech is lovely. Your temple is like a slice of pomegranate behind your veil.


I have come into my garden, my sister, my bride. I have gathered my myrrh with my spice. I have eaten my honeycomb with my honey. I have drunk my wine with my milk. Eat, O friends, Drink, yes, drink your fill, O lovers!


His cheeks are like a bed of spice, towers of sweet-scented perfume. His lips are lilies, dripping with liquid myrrh.


I said, “I will climb the date palm and take hold of its fruit.” May your breasts be like clusters of the vine, the fragrance of your breath like apple.


He will be eating curds and honey by the time he knows to refuse evil and choose good.


Return O Israel, to Adonai your God, for you have stumbled in your iniquity.


Through Yeshua then, let us continually offer up to God a sacrifice of praise—the fruit of lips giving thanks to His name.


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