American King James Version
"How fair is your love, my sister, my spouse! how much better is your love than wine! and the smell of your ointments than all spices! "
— Song Of Solomon 4:10, American King James Version
“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!”
“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! ”
“How beautiful is your love, my sister, my bride! How much better is your love than wine! The fragrance of your perfumes than all kinds of spices!”
“How delightful is your love, my sister, my bride! How much better is your love than wine; the fragrance of your perfume is better than any spice!”
“How beautiful are thy breasts, my sister, my spouse! thy breasts are more beautiful than wine, and the sweet smell of thy ointments above all aromatical spices.”
“How fair is your love, my sister! How much better is your love than wine, and the smell of your oils than any perfume!”
“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!”
You are all fair, my love; there is no spot in you. ¶
Come with me from Lebanon, my spouse, with me from Lebanon: look from the top of Amana, from the top of Shenir and Hermon, from the lions’ dens, from the mountains of the leopards.
You have ravished my heart, my sister, my spouse; you have ravished my heart with one of your eyes, with one chain of your neck.
How fair is your love, my sister, my spouse! how much better is your love than wine! and the smell of your ointments than all spices!
Your lips, O my spouse, drop as the honeycomb: honey and milk are under your tongue; and the smell of your garments is like the smell of Lebanon.
A garden enclosed is my sister, my spouse; a spring shut up, a fountain sealed.
Your plants are an orchard of pomegranates, with pleasant fruits; camphire, with spikenard,