Catholic Public Domain Version
"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."
— Song Of Solomon 4:10, Catholic Public Domain 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 totally beautiful, my love, and there is no blemish in you.
Advance from Lebanon, my spouse, advance from Lebanon, advance. You shall be crowned at the head of Amana, near the summit of Senir and Hermon, by the dens of lions, by the mountains of leopards.
You have wounded my heart, my sister, my spouse. You have wounded my heart with one look of your eyes, and with one lock of hair on your neck.
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.
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.
An enclosed garden is my sister, my spouse: an enclosed garden, a sealed fountain.
You send forth a paradise of pomegranates along with the fruits of the orchard: Cypress grapes, with aromatic oil;